Page 139 of Toxic Salvation
His mouth covers mine before I can finish. The kiss is demanding, thorough, designed to scramble my brain, and very effective in that department. His tongue slides past my lips, and suddenly, I forget what I was arguing about.
When he pulls back, I’m dizzy and he’s wearing that satisfied smirk that means he thinks he’s won.
“Where were we? Oh, right—I had just convinced you to start maternity leave early.”
I blink at him. Did he convince me? When did that happen?
I press my palm against his chest and push him away. “You didn’t convince me of anything. I’m not stopping work now. I have four weeks of surgeries scheduled and post-op care to manage.”
“Didn’t you hire a new doctor to handle your patients?”
“She doesn’t start for another week. And then I need to prep her, make sure she understands?—”
“The woman was head of Pediatrics at Johns Hopkins, Vesper. I think she can handle it.” His hands slide up my thighs and my brain starts scrambling again. “Just imagine if you were already on leave. We could do this every day.”
“What do you mean?”
He coaxes my sweatpants down, his fingers finding the edge of my underwear. Except there isn’t any underwear, because getting it on this morning seemed impossible.
“Kovan…”
“No panties? Someone’s feeling rebellious today.”
“Stop.” I squirm, trying to reinforce my rapidly crumbling willpower.
I’m a surgeon. Discipline is supposed to be my thing.
So why do I turn into putty every time he touches me?
“Think of all the personal attention I could give you,” he says, his fingers tracing patterns that make my breath catch. “Breakfast in bed. Foot rubs. Bubble baths.”
“Stop, stop, stop!” I wave my hands frantically. “You fight dirty.”
“I fight to win.” He presses a kiss to my neck. “Come on, baby. Stay home with me. We can prepare for our son together. Finish the nursery. Maybe take a prenatal class.”
“You’d actually let me take a prenatal class?”
“Well, I could bring the instructor here. It’s safer that way.”
I grab the pillow next to me and smack him with it. “Your paranoia is showing.”
He emerges from behind the pillow, grinning. Then he pushes me back and settles over me, careful of my belly. “Have I mentioned how sexy you look lately?”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, sure, I’m really hot with this giant belly.”
He nuzzles my neck, and I can feel his arousal pressing against my thigh. “Itishot. You’re growing my child. You’re glowing.”
“There’s no glow, Kovan. It’s calledsweat.”
“It’s calledbeautiful,” he insists, kissing his way down to my chest.
My breasts have doubled in size over the past month, and they’re sensitive to the point of ridiculousness. When he takes my nipple into his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers, I nearly come off the bed.
“I know what you’re doing,” I manage to say as he positions himself between my legs. “And it’s… it’s… ”
He slides into me in one slow thrust, and my back arches off the mattress.
“It’s totally going to work,” I finish breathlessly.
