I’m nearly begging by the time he finally eases into me. When he does, I take a moment to enjoy the sensation. Our eyes are locked, and he plays with a curl of my hair, his eyes closed, lips gritted as he, too, savors the moment.
Then he begins to move, slowly, and the friction is intoxicating. I grip his sturdy shoulders, his beautiful arms, and hold tight for the ride.
He slides one hand under my head and devours my mouth with a kiss that sends tingles everywhere. With each swoop of his tongue and nibble of my lips, he’s moving faster and faster. By the time we can’t kiss anymore, we’re rocking hard enough to shake the house. A perfume bottle falls off the dresser, and I raise my hips up to take him in, all of him.
“Baby,” I gasp, suddenly remembering the news I have for him. I have no idea why it hits me now, but the words come out in a rush. “I need to tell you something.”
He stills, the look on his face pained as he pulls back. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” I put my hands on his shoulders, slow down for a moment, and offer a smile. “I’m pregnant.”
Fireworks light in his eyes. “I know, sweetheart. I knew the second I walked into the room.”
He runs a hand over my cheek, caresses it gently, and then brings his mouth down for a long, leisurely kiss. The intensity builds again, a slow burn in my belly, until I urge him onward. His lips crash into mine as we both fly toward the edge with renewed fervor.
I burst into a million pieces as he soars with me to an incredible finish, more consuming than anything I’ve ever known, and when he is satiated, he rolls on top of me, the weight of his body delicious. He turns so his back is to the fire and I am wrapped in his arms.
“Happy anniversary, Andi,” he says. “I love you.”
My hands rise to rest over his, and I nuzzle in, warm, cozy, hoping today never ends. Life, in this moment, is perfect.
Then…
“Mom!” Tucker yells, the front door crashing open. “I got a hundred and one goals. Can I get my hot chocolate now or what?”
Ryan rolls to his feet, helping me to stand. “I’ve got this one,” he says. “Take a bath, relax, and prepare for the dinner of your dreams.”
“I can whip up some turkey chili—”
“No.” He wraps me in a hug. “Take a bath, relax, and get in bed—naked. It’s our anniversary, and I intend to spoil you.”
My heart thuds as I move toward the bathroom and watch my husband pulling on his clothes. “Ry,” I say, watching as he slips into a pair of boxers. “What if we order in a pizza? You know, for old time’s sake.”
He grins at me, those dark eyes taking in every inch of my body. “As long as it’s you wearing a towel this time, delivery girl.”
THE END
AUTHOR’S NOTE
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Table of Contents
Delivery Girl
Synopsis
Acknowledgments
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Epilogue
The End
Author’s Note