“You wish what? That I hadn’t gotten pregnant again?”

His eyes flew open and he put a protective hand over her belly. “God no. I love that we’re adding to our family.”

“You wish we were moving to that ranch house you showed me? Because to be honest? I’m happy we’re staying here. This is our home. It’s small but it’s ours. I love my garden spot. I can drop Cord off at Agnes’s place whenever I have work to finish for Maxine.”

“I wish I was makin’ enough money that you didn’t have to take those jobs. It feels like I’m failing to support you and our family.”

She slammed her hands down by his head on the mattress so they were eye to eye. “It falls on both of us to provide for our family. I won’t watch you kill yourself while I’m sitting here twiddling my thumbs whenever Cord naps. Doing piece work keeps me sane, keeps my skills fresh. I imagine things will get busier with a new baby, but I don’t ever want to hear you say you don’t support this family. You love me. You love our son. You work hard. You make me happy. If that’s not support I don’t know what is.”

“Caro—”

“You listen to me. Everything I want—everything I need is right here. With you. It does not matter where we live. It matters how we live when we’re together.”

Maybe her pregnancy hormones were contagious because her sweet, heartfelt words made him misty-eyed. “I love you. So damn much.”

“Show me.” She swept her lips over his in that not-so-innocent way that he craved. “You needed to hold me? I need this.”

“You sure?” He stroked the swell of her belly. “You were sick—”

“Hours ago. I brushed my teeth, washed myself up and I need your mouth and your hands on me.”

Instant erection.

Carolyn shed her blouse and oh yeah, she hadn’t worn a bra. Her tits were enormous during pregnancy.

“Gimme.”

“Huh-uh. Take it if you want it.”

So she wanted to make him work for it? Fine by him. He jackknifed and nestled his face in her cle**age. He slid his hands down her naked back and beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms. His fingertips connected with more bare skin—no underwear either. He started his assault on her ni**les. Softly sucking on the rigid tips, using his teeth, then backing off to rub his face against that abundant flesh and not giving her ni**les any attention at all. He followed her ass crack to the wet opening of her cunt, slipping two fingers into her from behind.

“Carson.”

He grabbed her hand and placed it over her mound. “You want it, sugar, take it.”

She tightened her other hand on his shoulder, letting her head fall back as she rubbed that spot. Her hair swayed, teasing his forearm as she bumped her hips forward.

“Sexy f**kin’ woman. That’s it.”

Carson plunged his fingers into her pu**y, sucking her nipple, then easing back to lightly flick it the same way he did when his mouth was on her clit.

The woman was so in tune with satisfying her sexual needs, her body so responsive to his, that it wasn’t long before goose bumps beaded across her skin. She released a tiny whimper, the one that drove him insane because he knew she was about to come. He loved watching her get off.

Her fingers began to move faster on her clit. When he felt the first spasm, he shoved his fingers deep, moving his mouth to her other nipple, sucking it in tandem with the pulsing of her pu**y muscles around his fingers.

A gasp tore from her throat. Her hold on his neck increased to the point of pain. But he f**king loved that almost as much as when she damn near pulled out his hair when his face was buried in her cunt.

Abruptly Carolyn stopped moving. She shoved at his hand.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“No. I need more. I’m still…” She released a frustrated noise and went straight for his belt buckle. “Take them off.”

“Sugar—”

“Now!”

The primitive need to satisfy his mate fired every cell in his body. He forced himself to be gentle as he set her aside and stripped, blood and possession roaring through him. He wanted to f**k her from behind, needing to prove to her that he could take care of her in the way that mattered most.

Since she was pregnant, he paused, waiting for the fog of lust to clear a bit. His Carolyn liked rougher sex. In the past she’d had teeth marks on her ass, finger-shaped bruises on her inner thighs, and purple love bites on her neck and chest as proof of the no-boundaries passion that exploded between them.

“What?” she asked in that husky, f**k me now, what are you waiting for tone.

“Just tryin’ to figure out how I want you first.”

“Hurry up and decide.”

Carson crawled across the bed, rolling her onto her side, then spooning behind her. He shifted her top leg back over his hip, sinking his teeth into the nape of her neck as he sank his c**k into her hot, slick pu**y. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Harder.”

“I haven’t started to move yet.”

“I know. And I’m dying here.”

“Look at me.”

Carolyn turned her head. Her face was flushed and those blue eyes of hers were wild with need.

He was the luckiest damn man in the world.

“Hard and fast?” he murmured.

“Please. I love the way you f**k me with that big c**k of yours, Carson McKay.”

Might send him straight to hell for loving the rare curse word coming from his good-girl Catholic wife, but so be it. So he pushed her to say it again. “I’m sorry, sugar, I didn’t quite hear that.”