Emily pulled in a shaky breath. Its not enough you dont find me attractive anymore? Now you want me to describe how badly I want you? She looked away, her voice trailing. Are you trying to torture me, Gavin?

Gavins eyes went wide, his heart crushing in his chest. Sure, he knew shed become frustrated over the last several weeks, but he never thought it would affect her this deeply. He knew he needed to fix it, fix her. Look at me, baby, he whispered. Emily flicked her teary gaze back to his, and Gavins heart fell further. Reaching for her thigh, he slowly hooked it around his waist as he brought his lips to her jaw. He grazed it lightly and the shuddered breath Emily released melted him. I thought this body was beautiful before you were pregnant, he said, the words low against her trembling lips. But now its exquisite. A vision of perfection.

He gently reached for her other thigh, repeating the process of bringing it up over his waist. He could feel her legs begin to shake in anticipation. Opened wide for him, he stared at her for a beat before lowering himself inside her. Hot, slick, and clenching around him with maddening fury, her pussy felt amazing. He contained his groan, basking in the sound of her soft gasp. A fleeting rush of fear shot through him as he slowly pushed deeper, but he kicked it back to where it belonged. Sinking his lips to hers, Gavin licked through her mouth, savoring the taste of her sugar coated sweetness. Cradling the back of her head with one hand, he cupped the gracious curve of her hip with the other. Do you need me to tell you how badly Ive craved you? He groaned as he lapped, swirled, and laved his tongue against the delicate flesh of her neck. Ive needed you more than my next heart beat.

Undulating currents of rapture coursed through Emilys limbs as she writhed beneath him. His voice, the timbre of a man apologizing, rumbled low in her ear. His biceps clenched and flexed with each slow, calculated thrust. She was dissolving, thawing under his heat. Dragging her nails along his muscular back, her breath caught in her chest, lodged between his warm lips and seductive words. His desire for her was evident in every soft touch and stroke of his worshipping tongue. Back bowing, she bucked her hips faster, but Gavin completely stilled.

Gavin, dont stop, she begged, her thighs clenching with vigor around his waist. Please.

No, he said in a strangled whisper. He stroked the dampened hair from her face and rolled his tongue over hers, talking between each heated breath. Im not fucking you tonight, Emily Cooper. Kill me if you want, but Im going to slowly possess you until you cant take it anymore. My fingers are going to trace every beautiful hidden line on your body. My lips are going to caress, nourish, and feed every unsated inch of you. Is that okay?

Yes, she moaned.

He claimed her mouth, swallowing each moan that followed as he pushed into the soft depths of her wet, luscious warmth over and over. He filled her with the purest, sweetest, most beautiful love shed ever experienced. His slow, agonizing pulses and deep, passionate kisses trumped anything shed ever felt, tasted, or known. Feeding her body what it needed, Gavin wiped her mind clear of ever thinking he didnt want her.

He tossed away every insecurity

Unraveled every doubt

And carried her away in the eddying winds of his undeniable, unquestionable love

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Emily nervously bit her lip and swiped her fingers through a pregnancy magazine. Trying to ignore Dillon staring at her intently from across the doctors office, she crossed her legs and glanced at her watch. A quarter past four. Gavin was fifteen minutes late. Anxiously, she pulled her phone from her purse, hoping there was at least a message from him. Nothing. Not a text or a missed call. She tossed it onto her lap, wondering where he was.

Kind of sick your loving boyfriends not here yet. Dillon chuckled. Wonder if hell be late during the delivery? Call me if you need a backup.

Ignoring him, Emily turned the page and scanned an ad claiming beet juice helped prevent neural tube defects in a developing fetus. Mental note made, she flicked her eyes to her watch again. She was starting to worry. It wasnt like Gavin not to call if he was running late. A jolt of fear shocked her system, but as soon as it did, Blondie from her previous appointment called Emilys name. After placing the magazine down, Emily ran her fingers over her cell, sending Gavin a text. She shoved her phone into her purse, stood, and started for the door to the back offices. She noticed Dillon also rose to his feet, following right behind her. She whipped around, a chill running up her spine at his proximity. What are you doing?

He narrowed his eyes. What does it look like Im doing? Im going to see if were having a boy or a girl.

Emily blinked, cringing at his words. Youre not going into the office with me until Gavin gets here.

With a jeering smile, Dillon pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket. He handed it to Emily. Thats a copy of the amended order of protection you took care of. Nothing in there says I have to wait until pretty boy gets here. He swiped it from Emily. Looks like you may have forgotten to add a little something to it. He shoved it back into his pocket and held open the door. Ladies first.

Emily closed her eyes with regret. Head caught in a train wreck, shed never thought about adding that particular stipulation to the order. Gavin had been on pins and needles for several weeks, and he must have been too stressed to notice her error. On a sigh and a prayer Gavin would be there soon, she followed the receptionist into an empty office.