Page 14 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Groom

Okay, new fiancée.

But then, I have to sit back to get one more look at her naked body.

She’s that fucking beautiful.

Chapter 8

APRIL

Jay’s piercing, whisky-colored gaze travels from my feet to my head, lingering on my breasts.

My nipples tighten as appreciation shines in his eyes and a seductive smile plays on his lips. “You’re so gorgeous and I love that me watching you turns you on.”

I have to look away to hide the blush covering my cheeks. “Thank you.” I hesitate, not sure of what to do next. Why am I feeling shy suddenly? It’s not like we haven’t done this before. But the proposal and the baby plans and all the emotional turmoil of telling him my story. It’s a lot for one evening.

Jay notices my nerves and instead of taking me right then—which I kind of both want him to do and don’t want him to do—he lies down beside me. “We’re not in any hurry. We can continue to just talk.” His smile turns smoldering.

Heat pools low in my belly and between my legs as I turn toward him. “I’m a little nervous about what we might talk about.”

The blanket rustles as he shifts his position and trails his finger from my belly button and up between my breasts.

He leans in and I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead, he goes cheek-to-cheek with me. “Then let’s not talk.” His breathcaresses my ear, moving down my neck, where he peppers my skin with kisses.

A small sigh escapes my lips, but my nerves get the best of me. “Maybe we should rethink this,” I whisper. “Maybe we should sleep on the whole getting married and making babies thing. It’s a big decision.”

“Why?” His hand travels down the length of my arm and stops to rest just above my pubic hair. “Do you have second thoughts?” He punctuates the short sentence by lightly kissing my neck, just below my earlobe. “Tell me to stop if you do.”

My knees weaken, and I moan out loud. His hand on my stomach is warm and suddenly, I want nothing more in this world than to have his baby. “I don’t want you to stop,” I croak.

He laughs. The low, sexy sound vibrates through my body as he embraces me again. “I’m so glad,” he whispers against my hair. He smells like soap and, underneath that, a scent uniquely his, a mixture of cedar and citrus.

Sighing, I lean into his chest. He smells like home.

I tense. That’s not right.

I haven’t had a home in a long time and won’t until the mobsters get their ledger back.

Jay loosens his hold, but leans down to nibble my ear. “Stop thinking and just go with what your gut tells you.”

“I can’t,” I mutter. “My gut told me to steal the van. And look where that got us.” I force myself to break his hold, no matter how good his hands feel on my body.

He tilts up my face with the edge of a knuckle, forcing me to look at him. The pupils of his eyes are large, making them darker amber than usual. “Never feel bad about wanting me, Princess.”

“I bet you say that to all the women who kidnap you.”

He smiles. “Luckily, that doesn’t happen too often.”

“I’m sorry,” I say. ”It’s been a hard couple of days. I didn’t mean to mess up your life.”

He acknowledges that statement with a slight nod before grabbing my hand. “You haven’t messed up my life. You created a big wrinkle, maybe, but we can fix that.”

My breath hitches. “Okay.” But I’m scared because being with him feels more right than anything else I’ve known in my life.

“I understand if this situation makes you a little uncomfortable.” He holds on to my hand when I try to pull away. “It’s unconventional, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t perfect. You’re fucking perfect, April.”

I clear my throat. Coherent thoughts are hard right now.

He fingers a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear, turning the gesture into a caress by tracing the outside of my ear.

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