Page 25 of Our Lips Are Sealed
Ben wouldn’t look at her. “Did you know she’s pregnant?”
Another baby was the last thing Rebecca needed, and Laura Jean sighed. “No.”
“If she tries to fight me on this, I’ll bring the authorities into the picture.”
“We agreed we wanted to get her help.”
“No,youwant to get her help,“ he clarified. “I couldn’t care less.”
“You don’t mean that.”
Ben faced her, his eyes hard. “Don’t make me into some saint. I’m only doing this for you.”
“Lies.” She put her arms around him, rubbing her naked body on his to make him laugh. “You are a good man, and that’s why I love you.”
“That’s why you love me?” Ben lifted her, their breakfast forgotten. “And here I thought it was the sex that made you stay.”
She wrapped her legs around him. “That too.”
They made it to the single chair in the living room. A nice plush piece that allowed her to straddle him comfortably. She took him in with a slow roll of her hips, gliding up and down while his possessive hands roamed as she moved.
“You are my whole world,” he whispered, dragging his lips over the sensitive spot under her ear. “Stay with me forever, and I swear you will have all of me.”
His wedding vows.
Last month, she’d caught him practicing them in the bathroom mirror. He’d been embarrassed and set out to get her back for sneaking up on him by repeating the words during moments like this. When the love they shared flowed so naturally, it damn near devoured them whole.
“I’ll stay,” she promised. “Forever.”
Ben kissed her, ending all talk until they were back in bed.
“Are you still hungry?” he asked hours later. “We got a little sidetracked from breakfast.”
“I’m never going to say no to food.”
He ran down to the kitchen to get more cake. “Amazing sex and cake served in bed,” she said when he returned. “You’re spoiling me.”
“That’s my job.”
Taking the plate from him, she licked icing off the fork. “We should serve this at the wedding.”
“I’m just ready for the day to get here.”
She offered him a bite. “Speaking of which, my wedding dress is hanging in Evie’s closet, so don’t go in there.”
“I can’t believe you’re making me marry you on the beach,” he grumbled as he chewed. “I’ll have you know, Evie and I are appalled.”
“It’s not just any beach. It’s our beach.”
“Sticky sand and humid air aren’t special just because we own them.” He set the plate aside when the cake was gone in just a few bites. “And it’s the middle of summer. We’re going to be miserable.”
“I guess I’m just going to have to make it up to you.” She crawled atop him. “Any ideas on how I can do that?”
“A few.”
He went over his terms, and she enthusiastically agreed to them, so much so that they arrived at house much later than expected.
“The boys have practice this afternoon for an hour, and we’ll make it back just in time to head out,” Ben said, parking the Rover in front of Haven.
