“I can’t promise to be gentle,” he forewarned, his voice raw with emotion.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stared into his chocolate brown eyes. “I won’t break,” she murmured as she pressed her lips to his.
That was all the invitation Scott needed. His callused hands roamed underneath her sweater, running up and down the expanse of her bare back. He removed the garment in one swift motion, his lips stroking her naked skin.
Bree groaned as he cupped her aching breasts with his rough, callused hands. She crushed her body to his, wantonly rubbing herself against him. His tongue stroked her, suckling her through the delicate fabric of her bra. She closed her eyes as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Scott whispered, “Damn, Bree, what are you wearing?” She was dressed in a very sexy, very revealing turquoise lace bra that was barely holding her up. He hardened immediately. That sort of thing should be illegal. How was he supposed to give his wife pleasure when she was dressed like that?
“Do you like it?” She teased. And he would soon find out she was also wearing the matching lace thong. But hey, a girl had to have some secrets.
He growled as his large hands reached for the clasp, his clumsy fingers fumbling with the delicate fabric.
She lifted her auburn tresses up and off her back, allowing his hands easier access. She laughed when she heard him curse underneath his breath. “Having problems?” she queried with a throaty chuckle as her fingertips gently squeezed the tip of his throbbing manhood.
He groaned, his strong arms encircling her waist. Then he tossed her down playfully onto the sofa, seizing her arms and holding them above her head. He gave her a wicked grin when she squealed.
She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against the apex of her thighs. “Take me, Scott,” she pleaded. “Take me.”
With a wicked grin, he grabbed the fragile fabric of her lace bra and ripped the transparent material, causing the filmy fabric to fall into his outstretched hand.
Bree gasped with dismay as she looked at the turquoise puddle of material in her husband’s hand. Examining it, she exclaimed, “You ruined it! You’ve torn apart one of my brand new bras!”
Scott held it up above her head, taunting her. Tossing it onto the floor, he growled into her ear, “I’ll buy you one hundred bras, but I would prefer it if you wouldn’t wear one at all.”
“You would,” she retorted as she stuck out her tongue at him. She looked dejectedly at the remnants of her bra lying on the floor. “If men ruled the world, all of the women would be running around naked!”
“And women wouldn’t sass their husbands,” he complained with a teasing glint in his chocolate brown eyes. “Or argue with them,” Scott added as he stared at his wife pointedly. “They would just sit there, smile, and say ‘Yes, dear.’”
She rolled her emerald green gaze in his direction and made a gagging sound. “But what a dull world that would be!” she commented as she watched her husband with a grin.
His brown gaze darkened with desire as one hand began to stroke the curve of her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Red,” he whispered as he grabbed the sides of her face for a lengthy kiss. “I am a lucky, lucky man to have you. I would be so lost without you.” He released his grip on her, roaming slowly down the length of her arms. He smiled when Bree shivered beneath his touch. “You complete me, Bree. I am nothing without you.”
She laughed when he grabbed her and pressed her back against the arm of the couch. Reaching up, she grasped a dark lock of his tousled hair, twirling it around her little finger. “You need a haircut, shaggy.” She teased with a mischievous grin. “Your hair is getting a little too long here in the back.”
“We’re on the verge of making love, and you decide to mention I need to get a haircut?” he asked, the sound of his voice incredulous. “What’s wrong with you, woman?”
Bree chuckled as his whiskers tickled her bare skin. “You need a shave too! I think your whiskers are giving me rug burn!” She laughed aloud when she saw his jaw drop.
Scott looked over at his wife in mock outrage. He gave her a wicked grin as he threw his large body down onto hers. Burying his whiskered face into her neck, he inquired, “How does that feel, baby?”
She no longer cared whether or not her husband needed a shave. She reached around his neck, pulling his body even closer to hers. “The same as always,” she replied. “We’re a perfect fit.”
He grinned at her as he ran his fingers through her crimson curls. “Damn straight, woman,” he grumbled as his lips touched hers.
She shivered as his strong hands stroked her feminine curves. He caressed her breasts, twirling his tongue in slow, agonizing circles around each dark, engorged nipple. She arched her back against the arm of the sofa, her heaving breasts pressing against his rock-hard chest.
Scott stroked along the slope of her breasts, slowly moving downward. His hands stilled when he reached the slight curve of her abdomen. Cupping her with gentle hands, he kissed the delicate skin. She giggled at the feeling of his whiskered chin pressing against her bare stomach. He grinned up at her before once again pressing his mouth to her abdomen and whispering, “Good morning, my little darling.” He looked up, meeting his wife’s emerald green gaze. “Your mommy and I can’t wait to meet you.”
Laughing, she complained, “And you, Mr. Weston, are wearing way too many clothes!”
He quickly grabbed the bottom of his white sweater and pulled it over his head. Puffing his chest out for Bree’s inspection, he questioned her with a grin, “Is that better?”
She frowned as she examined him critically. Shaking her auburn head adamantly, she reached for the fly of his faded black jeans. “No way,” she murmured with a smile.
He released a dramatic sigh as he grinned at his wife. “You’re high maintenance, you know that?”
She shrugged her slender shoulders as she snuggled her body up against his. “But you love me anyway,” she responded with a sly smile as she kicked off her boots.
He tugged on her copper curls playfully as he growled into her ear, “You’re a cheeky woman, Mrs. Weston.”
Bree gave him a wicked grin as she ran her fingers down the naked expanse of his chest, her fingernails digging into his flesh as she traced a path clear down to his navel. She grinned when his body trembled at her touch. She circled her arms around his neck as she pressed her bare breasts against his chest. Leaning over, she murmured into his ear.
Scott responded by crushing his wife’s body across the length of the couch. She was laughing as he crushed his mouth against hers. His fingers reached for the button of her black jeans, his mouth on hers as he gradually unbuttoned the snug denim and pulled the material slowly down the length of her slender legs. His breath caught when he discovered the matching turquoise thong hardly covering the core of her femininity.
She spread her legs, wrapping them around his muscled body. “You like?” she questioned, her voice husky as she saw her husband’s reaction to the provocative lingerie.
He swallowed as his eyes feasted on her. “Oh, yeah,” he replied, his mouth suddenly dry as the Sahara Desert.
Bree’s hands roamed along the planes of his powerful calves, pausing only long enough for her fingertips to caress the telltale bulge beneath his zipper. She gave him a flirtatious wink as she slowly unbuttoned his jeans and then reached for the metallic fastener playfully with her teeth.
Scott groaned as her mouth painstakingly lowered the zipper, causing him to curse a blue streak under his breath. At this rate, he was going to explode before she had even managed to get his damn jeans off! With a frustrated moan, he clasped her wrists, lowering his body down on top of hers. “You’re taking your own sweet time, you teasing temptress!” he complained as he pressed his mouth hotly against hers, losing himself in the pleasure of her kiss.
She could feel his erection pressing against the delicate lace of her underwear. As she lowered his jeans and then his briefs down his muscular hi
ps, she realized the only fabric separating them was the thin material of her thong, which she found to be incredibly erotic. Only a wisp of lace was preventing their joining from occurring. And she intended to rectify that right now.
He seemed to be having some difficulty breathing as he watched her stand before him and slowly begin to lower the turquoise fabric seductively down the length of her long and slender legs. She pushed the translucent material below her narrow hips before they fell in a puddle at her feet. Bree stepped out of the circle of fabric, picking them up in her hands and twirling the lace around her right index finger before beginning to do an erotic dance. She stood before him, her hips swaying temptingly as she approached him, dancing in small, slow circles with the scrap of dainty lace pressing against her satin-smooth skin.
She almost erupted into laughter at her husband’s reaction. His tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth, and he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her, which made her feel sexy and empowered.
She watched with fascination as her beautifully butt-naked husband stood and approached her, his stride cocky and confident. Her breathing slowed at the sight of his tanned and perfectly proportioned torso glistening with perspiration. She nibbled anxiously on her lower lip as she openly gawked at him, his strong and muscular body making her weak in the knees. She had to admit, Scott had a body to die for. He was hard in the right places. All the right places. The sight of his bare body would make any woman drool. And he was all hers. If only it could be forever…
He crushed himself against her, their naked bodies entwined. His callused hands wound down the long length of her body, wandering down her sides, along the expanse of her narrow hips, before stopping to rest just beneath her backbone. Bree pressed her head against his chiseled chest, and she heard Scott curse underneath his breath.
Bree gasped as he roughly grabbed her naked backside, his powerful erection pressing against her abdomen. His hands spanned her waist, lifting her off the plush carpeting and into his tight grasp, her legs wrapping around his back. She giggled with enthusiasm as he spun her around in slow lazy circles before he tossed her back down playfully onto the floral sofa.
Scott’s breathing quickened as he stared at her in amazement. Her auburn curls were dangling down her bare back. He ran his hands slowly though her tresses, winding a few of the loose tendrils around his finger.
She felt as though her body was on fire, and Scott was the only person who could fan out her flames before she became completely engulfed by the heat. She grabbed him by the nape, pushing his mouth to hers.
Every thought seemed to leave his head as her lips lovingly caressed his. He swore he couldn’t have formed a coherent thought if his life had depended on it. Her tongue stroked the moist cavern of his mouth as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his chiseled body ever closer to hers. There was no space between them as she groaned hungrily into his opened mouth, her teeth nipping on the tip of his tongue. “You taunting tease,” he growled into the inner curve of her ear as his hands brushed against the delicate column of her throat.
“And just admit it, you love it,” she retorted with a throaty chuckle as she bent her head back to accommodate his lips as he rained a path of tender kisses down the nape of her neck.
Scott grinned down at her, his chocolate brown gaze warm and inviting as he began to nibble provocatively on her uncovered shoulder, running his hand up and down her smooth ivory skin. “I love you,” he confessed with a sexy smile as he ran a hand through her curls. He looked deep into the depths of her emerald eyes glazed with passion, and then at her rose-colored lips, a slow smile spreading across his features.
“And I love you,” she returned as her hands ran up and down the length of his expansive chest. Her fingertips brushed against one of his dark nipples and then the other. She grinned when his body tightened at her touch.
“Bree!” he groaned aloud as her fingers raked across his nipples, taunting him. “What are you doing to me, woman?” he questioned, his voice rough.
Her emerald eyes darkened with desire as she replied with a sly smile, “I’m making love to my husband.” After giving him a mischievous grin, she took him into her mouth, her teeth gently grazing his sensitive flesh.
Scott growled with impatience as he clasped his wife by the shoulders and pushed her back against the arm of the sofa. Laughing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her lips against his.
Bree gasped as his callused hands lovingly stroked the sensitive core of her femininity, gently parting her womanly flesh as he entered her in a single swift motion. She groaned with feminine satisfaction as she tightened her slender legs around his taut midsection, the movement plunging him even deeper into her slick, sweat-soaked, aroused body. She closed her eyes as waves of pleasure washed over her, and she cried out when she reached her climax, her body shuddering violently against his in the aftermath of her pleasure.
His hands cupped the sides of her waist, pressing her naked body to his. He brushed a wayward auburn curl off her forehead before kissing her temple. Softly, he murmured, “Even after almost two years of marriage, every time we make love, it’s like the first time.”
She smiled to herself as she snuggled her body up against his. “So it was as good for you as it was for me?” she questioned with an innocent grin.
Scott reached for her and tackled her body against the back of the sofa. Bree gasped when she felt his throbbing manhood pressed against her thigh. “What do you think?” he inquired, his voice husky.
She laughed as she reached out and cradled his hardened manhood in her hands. “Feels just right to me,” she murmured. She couldn’t help but smile when she heard her husband laugh. It warmed her heart to know she could bring him a small amount of happiness, even when he was going through a difficult time. She cupped her stomach with both hands in a protective gesture. She and the baby would help him through this tragedy. He needed them, just as they needed him.
He followed her movement out of the corner of his eye as her hands cradled the curve of her abdomen. His hands snaked down, his strong fingers threading through hers. He stared down at his wife, who was nibbling on her lower lip. “What’s wrong, baby?” he queried with a slight smile.
Bree faced him, her emerald green gaze shining with unshed tears. “The doctor called while you were gone.” Scott’s body stiffened beneath her.
“Is something wrong?” he questioned sharply. “Are you and the baby both all right?”
“No!” she exclaimed. “Oh, I’m sorry.” After taking a deep, cleansing breath, she reached for his hand. “She just called to say my first ultrasound pictures were ready, and we could pick them up today.”
“Oh,” he stated with a deep sigh of relief. “Don’t scare me like that again, baby! I swear you just took ten years off my life!”
“I’m so sorry, sweetie,” she answered with regret lacing her voice as her arms reached for him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her back against his chiseled chest. She sighed as she kissed his cheek. She bit nervously on her lower lip as she hesitated, “I just had an idea of what we could get your mother for Christmas.”
Scott suddenly felt as though he had been kicked in the solar plexus. Oh, God. This will be Mom’s last Christmas.
She felt like kicking herself as she watched Scott’s smile fade right before her eyes. She nibbled on her lip as he quickly moved out of her grasp. She had unintentionally hurt him. He extracted himself from her grip, stood, and picked up his clothing. Without even looking at her, she heard him murmur something about taking a shower.
She got up from the sofa and walked over to where he was standing. She reached out to touch his arm, and he jumped back as though he had been burned. “Scott,” she pleaded, her voice breaking as she continued, “Scott, please don’t shut me out. I love you so much, and I only want to be here for you.”
Scott refused to meet her emerald green gaze, knowing if he did, he would see tears filling her beautiful
eyes. He couldn’t bear to look at her right now, and her sympathetic voice was nearly his undoing. He longed to go to her; he wanted her to wrap her arms around him and give him the emotional support he so desperately needed. He felt like burying his head against her chest like a child, crying in the shelter of her arms until he could cry no more.
She would understand; he knew without a doubt she would understand. He just couldn’t face her, not just yet. So he did one of the hardest things he had ever had to do—he simply turned around and walked out of the room and away from his wife, the love of his life.
Bree wrapped her arms around herself as she watched him walk away. She couldn’t help but feel hurt. She knew he wasn’t really upset with her, he was upset about the situation, but maybe she shouldn’t have told him. Maybe it hadn’t been her place to break the news to him; maybe she should have let his mother tell him. But it was too late now. The only thing she could do was step back and give her husband the breathing room he seemed to need. He would come to her when he was ready and not a single second before. And she would be there, waiting.
*
Scott wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror with one hand while running his other hand through his wet hair. He couldn’t even stand to gaze at his reflection. He felt as though he were only about an inch tall. He hated himself in that moment, knowing he had inflicted unnecessary pain upon his wife.
Sighing in defeat, he knotted a large, white terrycloth towel around his muscular frame, the rough material clinging to his dampened body and dipping low at his bare hips. He stepped out of the bathroom, his bare feet leaving wet footprints on the plush beige carpeting. He grimaced, knowing there would be hell to pay later. If Bree was still speaking to him, that is. He peered into the living room, and not finding his wife, he turned and walked toward their bedroom. If the door wasn’t locked, he would consider himself lucky. Maybe he should have constructed a makeshift white flag from a washcloth so he could wave it at his wife to show her he was surrendering.
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