Page 119 of What if It's Us

“Well, we’re on step fourteen out of twenty-three, and I’m ninety percent sure I installed one of the legs upside down.”

“I thought the slant was intentional,” she states with a cock of her head.

“It’s a baby crib, Mar, not modern art.”

“You know there was a day you referred to my body as modern art.”

I remember it all too well.

“Damn right I did, babe.” I lean over and kiss her soft lips wishing I could spend the rest of the day getting lost in them. “And look at you now.” I smooth my hand over her belly. “You’re the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever seen.”

She sets her bowl of ice chips aside, stretching with an exaggerated sigh. The stretch does extremely flattering things to her already glowing pregnancy curves. Just the act of reaching back behind her pulls her t-shirt up enough that I can see the edge of her panties. My cock twitches in my pants just looking at her…thinking about all the things I could do with her new body.

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting. Watching,” she says innocently. “Mentally preparing to raise three humans while their father loses a cage match to crib parts.”

I chuckle. “Why does it feel like you’re enjoying this?”

“Because I am.” She flicks her tongue over her lips and I swear to God I’m suddenly feeling things I probably shouldn’t be feeling. “But also, I’m hormonal. Everything’s making me feel things. Including you. And that little sweat patch on your lower back.”

I pause, wrench in hand. “That’s very…specific.”

Holy shit.

Is my girl horny?

Marlee rolls to her hands and knees and slowly crawls closer to me like an animal hunting its prey and holy fucking shit it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

She is horny!

“You know what’s sexier than a hockey player?”

“Literally nothing?”

She bites her lower lip as she smiles. “A hockey player building furniture for his babies. All sweaty and frowny and slightly murderous.” She runs a hand down my arm and I stiffen like I’m under attack. Because I kind of am.

An attack I’m so ready for.

“Babe. You’re glowing. You’re beautiful and you’re making it very hard to focus on not impaling myself with this screw.”

“Then take a break,” she suggests softly.She straddles my lap before I can protest, my hands hovering awkwardly at her waist. I’m trying to be respectful but also I’m enjoying every goddamn second of this.

“You’re literally perched on top of hardware, you know,” I remind her with a grin.

“Oh, I’m aware.” She wiggles over my crotch and fuck, it’s all I can do to not come on the spot. “I’m also aware of my hormones. And the fact that it’s been a long time since you’ve touched me like you mean it. And I don’t care if the crib gets finished tonight or not, because I’m feeling things, Ledger.”

She’s feeling things.

I want to fucking feel things too.

I want to feel a lot of things.

“Marlee, you know you cannot say ‘I’m feeling things’ while on top of me and expect me to remain a good clean respectable man.”

She kisses my cheek and then trails her tongue up my neck until she reaches my ear. Pulling my earlobe between her teeth she nibbles just enough to make me hella-hard and then murmurs, “Then be a filthy dirty bad one. For me.”

I smooth my hands up her rib cage, my thumbs just under her swollen breasts. The breasts I’ve dreamed about diving into since the day I noticed their growth. “You’re really trying to seduce me while surrounded by plastic bolts and baby-safe wood?”

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