Instead, he had taken all of the burden onto himself, to keep her and the twins safe. She didn’t know what she could do to thank him. Especially not when he had planned this date for her.
He hadn’t brought her to the movies.
He had literally brought the movies to her.
How he had managed to pull it off, all the while making sure there was security around the house and letting Interpol know all about Gustave, Corinne didn’t know.
But he had done it for her.
There was something to be said for this whole mate thing. She didn’t fully understand it yet, but she was starting to. She knew there was more to it, but she hadn’t really thought about what Paris had told her about the sexy time mating they had to do to solidify the bond between them.
Not that Corinne hadn’t thought about it.
She had.
A lot.
She would be insane not to.
Especially, when she was all caught up in Paris’s arms.
She could have stayed in his embrace forever. He smelled like his aftershave and like something else that made her insides go all gooey and horny all at once. Corinne wasn’t going to battle against herself, and the tiny little doubts she had in her head.
Her heart knew the truth of it.
Paris was a good man.
Her good man.
He had been raised by Johanna, who was an absolute joy. The second that Paris had learned about her pregnancy, he hadn’t doubted her. The first words out of his mouth were that he would take care of his child, of her.
How could she not fall absolutely head over heels for him? Especially, after he had taken care of her when she was sick, decorated a nursery, and brought her to a specialist.
And this date…
It was wonderful.
“Hey,” she said, taking his face between her hands.
The gesture seemed to surprise him, but the look in his eyes was full of burning interest. His hands gripped her waist, and he helped her along to straddle him as he lay back into the cushions.
“What’s up?” he asked. “It looks like there is mischief in those beautiful blue eyes. I have to say, I am a fan. Whatever you have planned, I am all up for it.”
She giggled and wiggled her hips. “We’re in your mother’s place, but I want to make out.” She hoped he knew that’s not all she wanted to do.
Instead of answering her, Paris moved his head up until their lips met. The kiss was soft, but it quickly turned heated. Corinne dipped her tongue in his mouth, exploring, needing her fill of him.
“If we go to my bedroom right now, do you think your mother will hear us?”
Paris groaned and shook his head. “Please, don’t talk about my mother when I’m kissing you.”
Corinne giggled. “Well, will she hear us with that insane shifter hearing? Did you tell her that you were putting a giant sock on the whole house, and she had to make herself scarce?”
Paris burst into laughter and kissed her again. “She actually did make herself scarce, as you say, all by herself. It can be hard for some humans to get used to the idea of having shifter mates. I think she wanted to give us the space we need to get to know each other properly. Especially given the circumstances.” His hand hovered over her stomach.
“You mean Peanut and Nugget.”
“Right. She said she would be in her bedroom all night, watching an explosive action movie with Armstrong. We won’t be bothered if you want to…” he let his thought drop. “But I do like knowing they are here in case something happens.”
“Don’t talk about my past right now.” Corinne knew she was pleading, but this had been such a wonderful day, and she didn’t want anything to ruin it.
She wanted to go to her bedroom and make love to the man she was quickly falling for.
“Whatever you want, love.”
She squealed happily and jumped to her feet, and she tried to pull him up by his hand. He chuckled at her enthusiasm, and he scooped her up in his arms with another laugh.
“I like this. Remind me to do more things like this, so I can see that beautiful smile of yours.” He nuzzled her neck as he walked them up the steps.
Once they reached her bedroom, he laid her down on the bed and settled beside her. She immediately kissed him, her hands exploring the hard planes of his abs. Her intent was clear, and judging by the erection pressing up against her, he definitely was interested in doing some naked fun times.
“Are you sure it’s okay to have sex?” he asked.
Corinne rolled her eyes. “Yes, it definitely is. And let me tell you, I’ve heard rumors that one of the trimesters is a randy zone. Like, anything touches my nipples, and I’ll be ready to go.”
“Where did you hear that?”
“Read it in a book.”
“Was it a dirty book?” he asked with a grin.
She shook her head. “No. But, I mean, if we’re going to get to know each other, don’t you think we should?” She blinked at him. “Unless you don’t want to…”
Paris’s nostrils flared, and he took her hand in his to bring it down to his cock. His erection had already been evident through the material of his jeans, but to have him push her hand against the hard length made her shiver.
At least he still thought she was sexy. Even though she barely even showed yet, she would soon enough, especially with twins.
“I will always want you, Corinne. Always. All night, I’ve been trying to keep my hands to myself, and be respectable, and the kind of date who would treat you right.”
She arched a brow at him. “You’re already got me pregnant with your magic sperm. I think we left respectable behind.” The teasing edge of her voice was enough to let Paris know she was joking with him. “And look at this way…you can take me bare now.”
Corinne winked at him, and before she knew what had happened, her back was pressed into the bed, and Paris was between her legs.
“Fuck, love. You can’t say things like that and not expect me to lose my mind.”
Corinne giggled. He had reacted exactly like she had wanted him to. It made her feel pretty good to know that he had been just as keyed up as her all night.
Apparently, a wonderfully awesome date was foreplay enough for her pregnancy hormones.
Paris nuzzled her neck, leaving a trail of kisses there, while his hands worked on the button and zipper of her jeans. The pants were a bit tight, but she wouldn’t have known it from the way that he had the pants off and thrown across the room in seconds. Corinne’s underwear, a pair of silky black briefs, were gone before she could even catch her breath. Somehow, he had managed to take off both of their shirts without her even noticing.
His kisses were that good.
Paris knew when to use his tongue, when to nip at her lip. It also helped that he was brushing his fingers against her aching core. Corinne knew she was embarrassingly wet, but she also knew how good it was with Paris.
He trailed kisses down the length of her body, slowly taking off her bra. When her breasts were bare, his lips closed around one, twirling the aching nipple inside of his mouth, before going to the other. The sensation of his tongue against her heated skin made her whimper. She gripped his neck and arched her back to give him even more access. He growled his approval as he continued to lavish attention onto her breasts.
His agile fingers brushed against her wetness and dipped into the wet folds, slowly. Too slowly. He seemed to be purposefully avoiding her clit to drive her crazy. She was already panting in need under him, and she would come soon, with barely any touching, if he didn’t stop. His fingers trailed her core, and she clenched, desperate to feel him inside of her.