by Olivia Rigal
I undress and follow her into her tiny bathroom. Standing behind her, I look at her face in the mirror while she wipes a bit of toothpaste foam from the corner of her mouth.
"There's something really wrong here."
"Yeah, I know," she says. "I've turned into a blimp." She shrugs sadly, and I wish for the words to tell her how magnificent and desirable she is. But then I realize actions speak louder than words, so instead of shushing her, I press my erection against her back. She feels it and the sides of her lips twitch.
"Nah, what's wrong is that I'm the only one naked and I was looking forward to taking you with me in the shower."
"Oh, you want me to scratch your back?"
"For starters." I turn her around and pull her shirt over her head. "And then I'll inventory my favorite toys." I cup her breasts with my hands. "Rumor has it, I'm gonna have to share them soon."
She laughs and shakes her head. "It will be only a short while. The hotel is not that generous for maternity leave."
Making a mental note to revisit this issue later, I push her yoga pants and her panties down and unhook her bra and let it drop with the rest of her clothes on the floor.
Tentatively she takes my face in her hands and looks into my eyes as if trying to read my thoughts. Too bad it's not possible. I'm not sure who did a number on her head about the way she looks, but if she could see herself the way I do, I'm sure all her insecurities would wash away.
I turn the shower on, adjust the water temperature, and pull her with me under the stream. She closes her eyes and lets the droplets fall on her face. I love the way she looks when she abandons herself to simple sensations like that. One of the most adorable things about her is the precious childlike quality about the way she looks at life and seizes every instant of happiness.
Armed with liquid soap, I complete a full exploration of her body. I savor her sighs and purring noises when I massage her back, but then my favoring some parts over other has her giggling. I raise an inquiring eyebrow. Laughter was not was I was aiming for.
"I think the girls have never been that thoroughly cleaned before."
Okay, fair enough. I may have lingered a while on two of my favorite bits. I take more soap and visit the swell of her belly.
God, I have a child in there. The most precious gift of life. Bunny has stolen my soul and my heart. She's my goddess. As this reality hits, I kneel at her feet. There is no better way to worship her than to put my lips to the stretched skin and then reach below.
The purring sounds start again and I know I got her right on the edge of ecstasy when she leans against the tiled wall and grabs a fistful of my hair.
"Oh, Doc!" Her breathless call washes away the shreds of my restraint. I stand and realize what I had in mind won't work. There's a belly in the way.
Reading my frustration in my eyes, Bunny shuts the water down and pulls the new shower curtain open. Holding my hand, she steps out of the shower and leans forward against the wash basin cabinet. Oh! That's perfect.
I press against her and as she spreads her legs, I find my way to heaven. Holding on to her hips, I stare at the foggy mirror regretting not seeing her face. I always loved to watch her surrender as I pounded into her.
Not soon enough, she moans again and it takes all my self-control not to give in. The sounds escaping from her crescendo until she shudders and draws me with her into our own magnificent slice of heaven.
I grab her robe and wrap it around her before I lead her to bed.
"Hold me," she asks as she pulls the light quilt over us.
I mold my front to her back and embrace her.
This is how I want to fall asleep every night for the rest of my life.
"Oh, that's so sweet," she purrs.
Did I say that out loud? She turns to face me. Her lids are heavy, but she's fighting to stay awake. "But what I need to know is if you said that to the dark beauty who was on your bed when I went looking for you?"
"You came to the Knight's compound?"
She yawns. "Even left you a note on your bedside table."
"Fuck you, Raven," I growl. The next time I see her, I'm gonna tear the little monster a new one.
She snuggles against me and already half asleep whispers, "No, you won't. If you haven't already, then you missed your chance. Now, you're all mine, and I won't share."
I caress her cheek and marvel at the warmth I feel. No matter what happens next, I know how happiness tastes.
Copyright © 2016 by Olivia Rigal
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This book is a work of fiction. Even if some locations depicted do exist, the story and event described are totally fictitious. The names, the characters, and the events described have been imagined by the author. Any resemblance with reality would be a coincidence.
Also by Olivia Rigal
The Iron Tornadoes MC Romance Series
ebooks and paperback
Stone Cold (free book)
Cold Burn
Cold Fusion
Cold (Books 1 to 3)
Hot Pursuit
Hot Mess
audiobooks
Stone Cold
Cold Burn
Cold Fusion (in final stages of production in July 2016).
The Category 5 Knights MC Romance Series
Chaser
Saving Belle
Bumpy Ride
Play with The Curve Masters
As He Bids (free book)
As She Begs
Lost and Found
Found and Kept
Kept and Shared
Keeping Tab
See what’s cooking in Paris
Learning Curves 1
Learning Curves (The Complete Story)
with Shannon Macallan
Home Bound
Hold Fast
with Ava Catori - Flirting with Curves
3 stand alone novels in the same world.
Flirting with Disaster
Flirting with Deception
Flirting with Danger
Other books
Ripped
Jade
In French
Les Tornades d’Acier
Froid comme la pierre
Froid brûlant
Fusions froide
A chaud
Lyv
Jade
In German
Iron Tornadoes, Eiskalt
Iron Tornadoes, Brennende Kälte
Iron Tornadoes, Kalte Fusion
Category 5 Knights, Chaser
Category 5 Knights, Belle’s Rettung
In Italian
Freddo como la pietra
Freddo bruciante
In Spanish
FRIO COMO EL HIELO - MC Tornados de Hierro n°1
FRIO ARDIENTE - MC Tornados de Hierro n° 2
In Portuguese
Frio Como Pedra (Um romance do Moto Clube Iron Tornadoes #1)
Trio Ardente (Um romance do Moto Clube Iron Tornadoes #2)
About the Author
Born in Manhattan, Olivia Rigal spent her youth going back and forth between the United States and France. She lived and studied in both countries. While studying she kept herself busy with a variety of jobs. She worked in the Clignancourt Flea Market as well as in a Parisian recording studio. In Manhattan, she was a dog groomer and an administrative assistant in a famous English auction house. Olivia settled in France to raise her family. She travelled throughout South East Asia and has a special fondness for Laos and Thailand. When her practice does not keep her busy in Paris, she runs away to write novels in her Florida home next to MacArthur Beach State Park.
In December 2012 she started publishing short novels in English as an indie.
Early 2014, she began translating them into
French and then in German, Spanish and Portuguese.
Most of the stories she tells stand alone.
However her characters often meet so you can run into them again and again in other books.
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