“Anyway, he’s been doing the job for more than twenty years. I’ve met him, and he’s very nice. He’ll also be manning the camera. So it’ll just be the two of us. We leave late in the morning tomorrow, and I have to plan to stay in Portland for the night, depending on the weather, of course.”

“That makes sense.”

“I’m going to be reporting live for the evening news. The evening news.”

“I’ll have every TV in the pub tuned in and be sure to hush everyone so we can listen.”

I walk into his arms and hug him tightly and then let my hands roam down his back to his ass, currently covered by only basketball shorts.

“Can I entice you back to bed for a while?” I ask as he sets his mug aside and lowers his lips to mine.

“No enticing needed, love.” His hands immediately get to work on my clothes, leaving a trail of apparel from the kitchen to the bedroom. I push his shorts over his hips and take his heavy length in my hand.

I’ve been too sick to make love with him over the past couple of weeks.

But today, I feel great.

And I’ve missed him.

“I want to attack you,” I confess as my hands wander over his nakedness. “But I also want to take it kind of slow because it’s been a minute and I…”

“You what, Isabella?”

I bite my lip and drag my fingertips up to his shoulders. “I missed you.”

“Ah, baby.” The kiss is gentle as he leads me back onto the bed. He covers me, buries his hands in my hair and takes his time kissing me thoroughly. Those magical lips tease me. His tongue excites me.

And when his mouth wanders away from mine to make its way down my neck, over my collarbone, and to my breast, I sigh in relief.

“Are they tender?” he asks.

“A little.” Okay, a lot, but right now, everything he does feels amazing.

He’s careful as he kisses and licks a nipple, then pays the same attention to the other side.

He presses wet kisses down my torso to my still-mostly-flat belly and nuzzles it with his nose as if to say “hello” to the sleeping baby inside.

It’s incredibly sweet and sexy at the same time.

The apartment is quiet but for our sighs of pleasure, and our moans of delight as we tumble across the bed.

Chapter 18

~Keegan~

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this woman. Just when I think I know everything, when I’ve felt everything there is to feel, she surprises me.

Her leg climbs higher around my hip as she opens herself in invitation.

She doesn’t have to ask twice. Not today or any other day.