carried. She snuggled in closer and inhaled. Masculine, rugged, a hint of dark beer. She knew that scent.
David.
She should wake up. With little effort, she tried to move her head away from his chest and the strong beating of his heart. “Too heavy,” she mumbled.
“Hush, sweetheart,” he murmured against her ear. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”
His natural arrogance brought a smile to her lips and she snuggled back against him.
A bell sounded. Then they were moving again. He jostled her a moment and she wrapped both her arms around his neck. “I like the way you smell.”
“Like sweat and stink?” Another voice asked.
Jake’s.
Why was Jake with them? She wanted to ask, but it felt too good in the safety of Dave’s arms and it was too much effort to open her eyes.
He stopped walking. A click sounded then he was moving again, his footsteps muffled. Muffled? They had hardwood floors in their bedroom.
Once more he jostled her before she felt him lowering her, his thighs cradling her bottom. They were sitting. Water was running somewhere. Dave unzipped her coat and tugged on the sleeves. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around.
This wasn’t their bedroom at home. The walls were covered in luxurious wallpaper with thick curtains framing the sheer ones letting in only the moonlight. They were seated on a king-sized bed, not the queen they shared at home. A flat-screen TV faced the bed and a mahogany armoire stood next to it.
“Where are we?”
He leaned in and kissed her softly. “That new hotel at Polaris Mall that you’ve been wanting us to have a grown-up weekend at.”
“The one with the spa?”
“Yes. And all the stores close by.”
“Why?”
“Why are the stores close by? Because the architect built it that way?” A little grin played at the corners of his mouth, his dimple showing in the dark stubble of his evening beard.
She giggled. “No, why are we here?”
Before he could answer, Jake walked out of the bathroom. “Water’s running, a little on the warm side. Here’s the keycards,” he said laying them on the top of the armoire. “Don’t worry about the kids. Sami and I got ’em covered.”
He gave them a wink and left, the door clicking behind him.
She turned slightly in Dave’s lap and stared into his forest-green eyes. “A bath?”
“A bath. Hot, soapy, relaxing bath.” He leaned in, capturing her lips with his, parting them with a stroke of his tongue in the way a couple learned to tease each other over the years of intimacy. Heat swirled and built immediately with a need deep inside her, only to have him pull back just as she was willing to give in to it.
Opening her eyes, her mouth still parted in need and question, she stared into his eyes, dark as a forest at night, his desire apparent there and in the erection pressing into her thighs where she sat on his lap. “David?”
“Not yet, babe.”
He nipped at her lower lip with his teeth, at the same time reaching down to the hem of her scrub top, pulling it up and breaking the playful kiss long enough to jerk it over her head. Hooking his thumbs into the straps of her bra, he brought them down as his hands caressed her arms, following the path of one with his mouth. The lace cups clung to the taut pebbles of her nipples.
“Have I told you lately how much I love your breasts?” he asked, his breath warming the mounds of both just before he darted his tongue down into her cleavage.
Arching her back, she cupped his head with her hand, the other clutching his coat as a moan escaped her. “Every time I nurse a baby you tell me that.”
“I do find that sexy,” he murmured, his hands reaching back to quickly unfasten her bra. “But I’ve always loved them, even before our first baby was born.”
“They aren’t as perky as when we first met,” she whispered against his ear.
He slipped his hand under her left breast, cupping it, his thumb gently teasing the nipple and sending
David.
She should wake up. With little effort, she tried to move her head away from his chest and the strong beating of his heart. “Too heavy,” she mumbled.
“Hush, sweetheart,” he murmured against her ear. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”
His natural arrogance brought a smile to her lips and she snuggled back against him.
A bell sounded. Then they were moving again. He jostled her a moment and she wrapped both her arms around his neck. “I like the way you smell.”
“Like sweat and stink?” Another voice asked.
Jake’s.
Why was Jake with them? She wanted to ask, but it felt too good in the safety of Dave’s arms and it was too much effort to open her eyes.
He stopped walking. A click sounded then he was moving again, his footsteps muffled. Muffled? They had hardwood floors in their bedroom.
Once more he jostled her before she felt him lowering her, his thighs cradling her bottom. They were sitting. Water was running somewhere. Dave unzipped her coat and tugged on the sleeves. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around.
This wasn’t their bedroom at home. The walls were covered in luxurious wallpaper with thick curtains framing the sheer ones letting in only the moonlight. They were seated on a king-sized bed, not the queen they shared at home. A flat-screen TV faced the bed and a mahogany armoire stood next to it.
“Where are we?”
He leaned in and kissed her softly. “That new hotel at Polaris Mall that you’ve been wanting us to have a grown-up weekend at.”
“The one with the spa?”
“Yes. And all the stores close by.”
“Why?”
“Why are the stores close by? Because the architect built it that way?” A little grin played at the corners of his mouth, his dimple showing in the dark stubble of his evening beard.
She giggled. “No, why are we here?”
Before he could answer, Jake walked out of the bathroom. “Water’s running, a little on the warm side. Here’s the keycards,” he said laying them on the top of the armoire. “Don’t worry about the kids. Sami and I got ’em covered.”
He gave them a wink and left, the door clicking behind him.
She turned slightly in Dave’s lap and stared into his forest-green eyes. “A bath?”
“A bath. Hot, soapy, relaxing bath.” He leaned in, capturing her lips with his, parting them with a stroke of his tongue in the way a couple learned to tease each other over the years of intimacy. Heat swirled and built immediately with a need deep inside her, only to have him pull back just as she was willing to give in to it.
Opening her eyes, her mouth still parted in need and question, she stared into his eyes, dark as a forest at night, his desire apparent there and in the erection pressing into her thighs where she sat on his lap. “David?”
“Not yet, babe.”
He nipped at her lower lip with his teeth, at the same time reaching down to the hem of her scrub top, pulling it up and breaking the playful kiss long enough to jerk it over her head. Hooking his thumbs into the straps of her bra, he brought them down as his hands caressed her arms, following the path of one with his mouth. The lace cups clung to the taut pebbles of her nipples.
“Have I told you lately how much I love your breasts?” he asked, his breath warming the mounds of both just before he darted his tongue down into her cleavage.
Arching her back, she cupped his head with her hand, the other clutching his coat as a moan escaped her. “Every time I nurse a baby you tell me that.”
“I do find that sexy,” he murmured, his hands reaching back to quickly unfasten her bra. “But I’ve always loved them, even before our first baby was born.”
“They aren’t as perky as when we first met,” she whispered against his ear.
He slipped his hand under her left breast, cupping it, his thumb gently teasing the nipple and sending
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