Baby, Be Mine by Vivian Arend Page A

threading their way through his hair, and she was no longer reclining against the back of the couch. No, she was forward on the couch, trying to get as close as possible.
    The kiss continued as Gage teased his tongue along her lips, briefly dipping into her mouth before taking everything up a notch.
    Katy was no longer warm, she was on fire. His lips left her mouth to dust a series of kisses along her jaw. Teeth nibbled at her earlobe, his tongue delicately tracing the curves of her ear. A shiver shook her from top to bottom as she luxuriated in his careful attention.
    Slowly she became aware how tight a clutch she had on his shoulders, desperately tugging him back in an attempt to reconnect their lips.
    She found herself being lifted then lowered into his lap, their torsos touching while pleasure wrapped around them like a cozy blanket. She was enjoying herself far too much to protest. Especially when she slid her hands up his chest, palms directly over his rapidly beating heart.
    She wanted more. Wanted to straddle him and be able to feel the hardness now nestled against her butt cheek. She wished that solid bit would make contact with other parts of her anatomy. Parts that would very much appreciate more pressure.
    With one hand he still controlled her head, lining them up so their lips could mesh perfectly. “Katy,” he breathed past her cheek as they separated barely an inch. “Mmm. You taste as good as I remember.”
    Katy worked to settle her breathing. “I kind of liked it myself.”
    Then she laughed as Gage pulled his phone from his pocket and clicked on his camera. He grinned at her briefly.
    “Gage Jenick, what’re you doing?”
    “I’m making memories,” Gage said. “And I want proof.”
    He lifted his hand in the air and twisted the camera toward them. A click sounded, and her amusement grew. Selfies. Too funny.
    He pulled the phone close and showed her the picture. Her cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glowed with heat. They looked as if they’d been interrupted in the middle of a heavy make-out session, which… hello .
    Katy was still sitting in his lap. “I can have my second kiss now?”
    He tucked away his phone then rested his hand carefully on her thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth. “I might even be able to work on the third and fourth.”
     
    Gage fought for control. The urge to sweep Katy up and carry her to the bedroom was strong. They had done that the last time with rather spectacular results, but also incredible consequences. This was not the time for a reenactment of that evening, no matter how much his body wished for one.
    Instead, Gage took it slowly. Appreciated the opportunity to reconnect with Katy and hopefully in the process produce some memories. If not of what they had done before, memories for the future.
    With her in his lap all warm and soft and willing, it was hard to believe how much different this was than what would have been. What they had enjoyed in September had been fire and lust and youthful innocence in a way. Yes, they’d had sex, and yes, he’d been thinking about it for an awful long time, but it’d been about them. Katy. Gage. About them getting to know each other, and seeing where that relationship might go.
    This time, barely three months later, was an entirely different experience. He kissed her, loving how she leaned forward to meet him. How she responded to his caresses as eagerly as he remembered.
    He slipped his hand over her hip, gliding gently up to her waist.
    Even though her body hadn’t changed much yet, this was where everything was different. This is what set tonight apart from what had happened before.
    This was no longer a simple relationship between the two of them. There was the baby. Even if he didn’t know for sure the baby was his—and God , how that tore his soul—the truth still stood. Katy was having a baby. If he went into a relationship with her, he got instant family.
    But right now his thoughts were far more on Katy