Her soft inhale was approval enough for me.
“When we come home, as long as you’re done naming off other guys, I’m undressing you and burying myself inside you.”
“I’m already done naming off people,” she assured me.
A smile slowly tugged at my mouth as I pressed another kiss to her lips. “I’m gonna need a minute to recover from that one, angel. Date?”
“Yes please.”
“We can talk about all the baby names you want,” I promised as I straightened and took a step back just as my phone chimed in my pocket.
Her face scrunched up in indecision. “There are only girl names coming to mind now that you said I’m having a boy.”
“Maybe I’m wrong,” I said as I grabbed my phone and bit back a curse when I saw the preview of the text.
“You know you’re not.” Savannah’s words came out slow and drawn out as she stood to see what was on my phone. “What’s wrong?”
I showed her the screen, not that it would explain anything to her.
Sawyer: What the fuck man?
“What’s going on?” Savannah asked as I tapped out a response.
Me: They needed to know. Hunter needs to know. Y’all will be a hell of a lot happier once everyone does.
Locking the screen, I tossed my phone to the bed and turned to my wife, already preparing for her reaction. “About Sawyer and Rae . . .”
A shocked cry escaped me and faded into a soft laugh when large hands molded around my hips and pulled me back into a warm, muscled body a few days later.
Leaning fully into his chest, I let my head roll to the side when Beau started making a line down the side of my neck with his mouth. My eyelids fluttering shut and my hands stilling on the island.
The baked goods forgotten.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he growled against my skin before giving a gentle bite.
“Such a bear,” I murmured teasingly.
Assent rumbled in his chest and vibrated against my back. “Walking into this kitchen and finding you dancing is one of my favorite things.”
I twisted in his arms to look up at him, his dark eyes studying me with so much love, it was staggering. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He said the word as if he couldn’t understand how I didn’t know that. “I know if you’re dancing, you’re happy. Dancing when you’re doing what you love most in the kitchen you dreamed up?” His shoulders lifted as if that explained it all.
The corners of my mouth twitched as awe and love for that man wove through me. “We dreamed up,” I corrected.
He gave me a doubting look that was playful and adorable and solely mine. “Two islands and double the size.” A smile slowly crept across his face. “That was all you.”
“And I was right, wasn’t I? I need both of them.”
His voice was all easy amusement when he said, “Never said you were wrong, just that the kitchen was all you.”
“Well, then, you’re welcome,” I said as I grabbed a chunk of one of the Danish twists I’d been snacking on and lifted it for him to try.
But then he was slowly taking the pastry from between my fingers while his eyes stayed locked on mine, and I was kind of forgetting everything else and the fact that we had a houseful of guests arriving soon until his eyes widened and appreciation sounded in his throat.
“Babe,” he groaned around the bite.
“Right?” I asked and smacked at his hand when he tried to take the rest of mine. “I made them last weekend, and they were gone crazy fast.”
He held my hands away and grabbed the last half of the pastry, holding it high up in the air so I couldn’t take it back. “You smell like lemon,” he said pointedly before taking another bite, silently asking what else I had made.
I pointed over to where I always left the pastries and goodies guests could snack on in pretty dessert displays. “Mini salted caramel Bundt cakes and mini lemon blueberry chiffon cakes . . . and that’s mine.”
“And it’s really fucking good,” he murmured, voice all rough and low as he pressed a slow kiss to my lips.
Bringing the twist down to my face, he let me take a bite then backed away until he was out of reach, mouth twitching with a wicked smirk.
“You’re so mean.”
“Never,” he said as he popped the last bit into his mouth, smiling as he chewed when I grabbed another and slid it closer to me.
“This one’s mine,” I said firmly.
“Yes, ma’am.” He ran a hand through his still-slightly-damp hair from his shower, then gripped the edge of the island, muscles rolling and twitching as he held himself up and distracting me completely. “The rooms are ready and the outside’s done. What can I help you with?”
I tore my stare from his arms and tried to think, but my thoughts were on him and his body. The way he looked when he held himself above me and how hard he’d made me come that morning before we’d ever left our bed.
“What?” I finally asked, and looked up to see a knowing grin mixing with his heated stare as it searched my face.
“What’re you thinking about, Savannah?”
“Nothing,” I lied.
A grunt of disbelief sounded in his throat.
When he pushed away from the island, my heart skipped a beat before taking off—all wild and merciless.
When he rounded my side of it, my stomach dipped with heat and anticipation.
When he slipped up behind me again, large hands curling around my hips and gripping the top of my pants, a flash of need rolled down my spine and had chills raising along my skin.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked as he started pulling my pants over my hips, dragging my underwear as he went.
“You,” I said on a breath, my head falling back against his chest. Pushing back against him when I felt him harden beneath his jeans. “This morning.”
His fingers gripped my leg for a moment at the reminder before he slowly trailed them back up and dipped them between my thighs.
A shuddering breath tumbled past my lips, and my eyelids fluttered shut . . . just as the front door opened.
“Are you fucking kidding?” Beau ground out and hurried to pull my pants back up from where he’d left them just above my knees.
I struggled to catch my breath when my heart and body were all over the place, then hissed a curse when I realized who was coming our way. “Shit, that’s my fault.”
Beau’s fingers dug into my hips as his forehead dropped to my shoulder. “I’d make them leave if I didn’t need him.” A groan that was all kinds of frustration sounded from behind me as he moved away, whispering, “Later,” as he did.
“Looking forward to it.” I met his stare, all carnal need, and prayed I didn’t look half as flushed as I felt when Sawyer and Rae entered the kitchen.
“You can’t really expect me to let her come over without me, all things considered,” Sawyer said with a shrug.
“I only called her for a reason,” I said, pointing at Rae. “And I still can’t believe y’all got married without telling me. You assholes.”
“Which is why she isn’t here alone.”