Page 77 of Surprise Baby for Mr. Fischer
My heart fluttered. Lincoln had been buying things for the baby, and I had no idea.
I turned to the other four boxes, opening them one by one, laying each item I found out around me on the floor. My fingers caressed the letters printed on two brightly colored onesies, “Beautiful like my Mommy” and “Smart and Strong like Mom.”
Tears tracked down my cheeks.
I heard movement in the hall and turned toward it. Lincoln stood in the doorway, a sleepy look on his face. “What are you doing up?”
With the baby stuff all around me, there was no way to deny what I was doing. I squeaked out, “Uh—nothing?”
Lincoln stared at the mess. His eyes shifted from the baby stuff to me. “I, um—” He rubbed his hand at the back of his neck. “I wasn’t sure what we needed. And I probably got all the wrong things, so it’s okay if you don’t like it.”
I stared at him, loving the sweet thought that went into him purchasing all of this. I was lucky to have him, and so was this baby.
He focused his gaze on the wall above my head. “I can, um, send it all back. It’s fine.”
I shifted my body to my knees and pushed myself upright. God, even standing was getting more challenging the bigger the baby got. “Oh, Lincoln. I love it all. Why didn’t you tell me you were getting this stuff?”
My arms slid around his waist. His eyes settled on mine, and the uncertainty I saw within their depths tore at my heart. “I bought it all on impulse. Once it started coming in, I realized I didn’t even know what you wanted or if there were things you liked better. I shoved it all in here.”
“I think it’s adorable that you bought these things for the baby. You just keep finding little ways to melt my heart, Lincoln.” I sighed and drew him close. My head rested against his chest, the beating of his heart soothing me.
One arm wrapped around my waist, and the other rubbed my lower back. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, Harper. I’m all in on this,” he said. His whispered breath ruffled my hair.
“I know.” I did. I just hadn’t figured out what to do with that yet.
We stood there for a bit. “You ready to come back to bed?” he asked.
“I should clean this back up before I do.”
“Leave it. We can pick up in a few hours.” He leaned away from me and tugged me out the door.
“I’m not all that sleepy.”
“Oh, is that so?” His eyes lit up mischievously.
My body leaned into him as he ran his fingers up my ribcage, ending just next to my breast. Even with the slightest touch, he turned me on. I shuddered as desire ran through my body, electrifying my nerve endings. I ached to have his hands all over my body. As we made our way up the stairs, my hand skimmed over his lower back, cupping his ass, tugging him close to my side.
In the hall, he stopped to crush his lips to mine. My body lit on fire as his hands roamed over my breasts and further down to the juncture of my thighs. I pushed myself against his hand, the friction not enough to satisfy me. “Lincoln,” I murmured his name on a broken sigh between kisses.
His hands settled on my hips, digging into me. I trembled at his touch, my heart pounded, as I craved more. We made our way down the hall, stopping to kiss and caress each other through our clothes every few feet. By the time we made it to the bedroom, every picture frame in the hallway was tilted.
When he pushed my nightgown higher, and he slipped a finger into my slick center, my hips jerked forward. He quickly added another finger as he thrust into me.
“You’re so wet,” he growled, his lips trailed down the column of my neck. My head leaned farther back to give him better access. Wanting to speed up the slow movement of his hand, I pushed my lower body up and down, riding his hand.
I grunted in dissatisfaction as he pulled his hand free from me. He placed a quick kiss on my lips before gently lifting me onto the mattress of the bed and sliding my panties free.
My spine arched as his fingers rammed back into me. His thumb found my clit and pushed down on the bundle of nerves, making me moan. My insides clenched around his fingers as my pleasure built. “I’m so close. Faster, Lincoln.” It still surprised me how sensitive my body had become since becoming pregnant.
His thumb swirled around my clit while his fingers increased their rhythm. “Come for me, Harper.”
The moment his lips touched mine and his tongue thrust in my mouth, mimicking the action of his fingers, I fell over the edge. I sucked on his tongue as my body clenched and waves of pleasure pulsed through me.
I trembled as his fingers slowed their movement, still not leaving me as my core clenched around them. Tiny aftershocks of my orgasm had me lying there in a satisfied puddle. Wanting the same for him, I reached my hand down to skim the front of his boxers before sliding my hand inside to cup his cock.
His hips rolled toward me as I stroked his rigid length. A groan escaped his lips.
“Lincoln, I want you inside of me,” I whispered in a husky tone.
