Page 79 of Be My Reason

He stands before me, hands trembling,and blood draining from his face. “Brooklyn, what did you say about a baby?”

“I—I’m two months pregnant. I just found out a few days ago.” My voice hitches as I try to get the words out. “I was going to tell you soon but I didn’t know how. I didn’t know if you would be mad or what. It was the antibiotics I took. I didn’t do it on purpose, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

As I keep talking, trying to explain how this happened, he falls to his knees, wraps his arms around me and puts his lips to my stomach. He holds me sotight that I fear he may squish little peanut right out of my belly.

He hears me grunt and loosens his grip. “Sorry.” He looks up at me. “My God, Brooklyn. I’m going to be a dad?”

“Yes,Nate, you’re going to be a daddy.”

His eyes are brimming with tears and he blinks letting them roll down off his face and onto my shirt. “I didn’t know until this very second,” he says into my belly. “I didn’t know that hearing those words would make me the happiest man alive.”

He wipes his face off and looks around on the ground for the box that he dropped. He opens it up, still down on his knees, and looks up at me and says, “Brooklyn Anne Vaughn, just when I thought loving you more was impossible, you go and prove me wrong. My heart is yours. It will always belong to you, that is, if you’ll have it . . . both of you.” He rubs my tummy. Then he takes the ring from the box and holds it out to me. “Everything about you makes me a better man,” he quotes a verse from our song, taking yet another piece of my heart and meshing it with his. “Will you please make all my dreams come true by becoming my wife?”

I look down at my not-so-broken man and think of what he has done for me. Not just today, but every day. I reflect back on all of the times he has shared his most private thoughts and fears about his mom, his ex-wife and baseball. I think about how he is always watching out for me and protecting me and I know he will extend that to our child and make awonderful father.

Memories of dancing in the rain, bracelet inscriptions and his intricate sketches of me flood my thoughts. Of course I’m going to say yes.Any other answer was never an option.

“Yes,” I squeak out through my joyful sobs. “Of course, yes!” I cry out as he slips the most beautiful diamond I’ve ever seen onto my finger.

Chapter Thirty-two

Nate pulls me down to the blanket and kisses me with the intensity of the thousands of kisses that we have missed over the past five weeks. He worships my lips with his lips and my body with his hands. He whispers in my ear that he is going to touch every inch of my body first with his hands, then with his tongue.

Moisture spreads between my thighs as I anticipate what he promises to do. My desire builds quicker than I thought possible, simply by the friction of his body rubbing on mine. Before I realize it, I’m being pulled under, my body a boneless fit of quivering mass as he is pinching and tugging my nipples through my shirt.

“Wow,” I say to him, surprised as he is at what just happened.

“Damn.” He looks at me with desire streaming from his eyes. “We should have ten kids if this is what pregnancy does to you.”

I giggle at him but quickly find it is no longer funny, but so incrediblysexy, when he gets up and removes all of his clothing. I lie here and admire every curve and ridge of his gorgeous body that I have missed more than I can say. I practically drool when his erection springs free from his boxer briefs and stands at full attention before me.

He can see I’m already building up again so he wastes no time removing my clothing as well, only stopping when he unbuttons my jeans to place a gentle kiss onto my belly. When he has me stripped completely naked, he starts down at my feet and delivers on the promise he made to me moments ago. He touches, kisses and licks up eachleg and each arm before he again claims my mouth.

“Nate, please,” I beg. “It’s been so long.”

“I know, baby, and that is why I need to savor every beautiful part of your incredible body.” He continues licking and sucking his way up to my ear and around my neck before he descends upon my breasts.

He takes them into his hands and moans in pleasure, “God, Brooklyn, your boobs got bigger. I mean they were perfect before, but the surprises keep coming.” He smiles appreciatively and takes each of my nipples, in turn, into his mouth. He sucks and pulls and puts just enough pressure to make me writhe and moan beneath him. “I’ve missed that sound.” He looks up at me. “I’ve missed everything about you so goddamn much.”

A happy tear slips from my eye.“Me, too, Nate. I’ve missed you more than words can say.”

He trails kissesalong each of my ribs down to my belly, where he spends some extra time. He mumbles something about baby and I can’t tell if he is speaking to me or the peanut. And at this moment, I don’t care. He has me wound up so tight that I’m going to come crashing down around him as soon as he touches me down there.

He tickles his fingers around my thighs, kissing and sucking everywhere but the spot that he knows will detonate me. Finally, after what seems like hours of tortuous pleasure, he slips a finger into my slick opening. He lets out a groan. “Oh, you are so wet for me.” Then he leans down again and slowly, sensuously runs his tongue along my cleft sending waves of hot-white heat through my body. He assaults my clit with flicks and laves of his tongue while two fingers work their way in and out of me.

He reaches up to pinch my nipple and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge and send me spiraling into pleasurable explosions of need and desire. I grip his hair as my thighs clench his head, holding him captive while I ride out the flood of sensation that overwhelms me.

As I come down from the phenomenal orgasm he has just given me, he crawls up my body and says, “Jesus, Brooklyn, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He positions himself over me. “I can’t wait another second to be inside of you.”

“Then don’t,” I beg, as I lift my hips up to him while he slides his hard length inside me. I close my eyes and try to feel every bit of him as he slowly makes my every nerve ripple with pleasure as he works himself in and out of me. “That feels incredible. I love you so much. I promise I’ll be yours forever.”

He stiffens and grips my flesh, panting whispers of love in my ear as he finds his release, shooting his hot stream deep inside me. His rough, sexy whispers bring me to my own third glorious climax.

I don’t think I can move and I belatedly hope that nobody will pull up and see us in our full naked glory here in the bright mid-day sun. However, I’m not sure I would even care.

Nate reaches over to the cooler and pulls out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He shrugs and says, “Sorry.” He nods to my stomach. “I didn’t know or I would have brought sparkling water.”

“A sip won’t hurt the peanut,” I tell him. “We have to celebrate.”

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