Abby turned on a movie for Noah, but her son was so chatty and excited that she and Hunt decided to join him and call in for takeout.
Hunt closed the door to their bedroom hours later. “Finally alone.” He sent her a heated look.
She glanced around casually, as though he didn’t affect her. “Is this the master?”
Hunt pulled off his shirt, and Abby’s breath caught. “It can be,” he said. “But there are four other bedrooms with bathrooms on this level. This isn’t the largest, but it has the best view.”
Abby looked out one of the windows onto the yard and the log cabin tree house. “So we can watch Noah play?”
“Yes. And our other children.”
Abby choked. “Other children? As far as I know, I just have the one.”
Hunt pulled her to him, shimmying off her top as he did. “I’ve been thinking we need one or two more. And I want to officially adopt Noah. With your approval.”
Abby held up a finger. “We’ll get to the one or two more children in a moment. What do you mean you want to adopt Noah?”
He held her face. “I never want you to have to worry about anything, no matter what happens to me. I want to adopt Noah and set up a trust fund for him.”
Tears filled her eyes. “You’re the worst player on the planet.”
His chin jerked back comically. “That’s not what she said.”
“With bad nineties humor on top of it. Oh, Hunt, would you really do that for Noah?”
He kissed her. “I’d do it for you, and for me, and absolutely for Noah. I love that kid like a son.”
She kissed him and slid her hands up his back. “I would love for you to adopt Noah.”
He unfastened the snap on her jeans. “Now that that’s settled, what about my other proposition?”
Her bra was off. When the hell did he remove it? He was doing that thing with his fingers on her nipples again. “Hmm? What proposition?”
“One or two babies.”
That snapped Abby out of her lust haze. “We haven’t even had our second wedding.”
“Okay, so not right now. You’ll probably want to finish nursing school first. Though I insist you take classes later in the day. Your morning classes are messing with our sex life.”
She laughed. “Yes to the later classes. They were pretty brutal on me too.”
“And the baby?”
Abby narrowed her eyes. “I’ll think about it. Let’s see what happens here first. I need to make sure we’re doing it right.”
He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. “Insolent wife. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Hunt pounced on her, and she tried to roll him over and get on top, but it was like moving a boulder.
Hunt lifted an eyebrow. “Yes? Did you want something?”
“Roll over, husband. I want to mount you.”
Hunt’s nostrils flared. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
Hunt flipped over, and Abby crawled on top of him.
She looked around. “I like it up here. Makes me feel powerful.” She ran her hands down Hunt’s chest, circling his nipples the way he tortured hers.
Hunt folded his arms behind his head. “And I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
He was so smug… Abby scooted lower and loosened the fly on his jeans.
Hunt breathed in unsteadily. “Feel free. I won’t stop you.”
Abby sent him a wicked look and trailed kisses down his chest. “No? Well, then I’ll take advantage.”
By the time Abby reached Hunt’s lower stomach, all of his muscles had gone taut.
He cleared his throat. “Do you think you should take off the rest of your clothes?”
“Excuse me?” she said. “I’m in charge.”
He held up his hand. “My bad. Continue.”
“I will, thank you.” She reached into his jeans and slid her hand down his shaft.
Hunt’s head tipped back. “Shit.”
“Yes?” she said. “Did you say something?”
“Nothing,” he choked, as she swirled her thumb along the head of his erection.
Abby sat back farther and pulled off Hunt’s jeans and boxer briefs. He stared down.
“You look worried, husband.” She kissed his upper thigh.
“Worried?” he said distractedly. “No, no—just enjoying the view.”
She grinned and licked his length from base to tip. “Me too.”
Hunt groaned, eyes wide. “I can’t.” He sat up and hoisted her up his body. “Been too long. Need to be inside you. Good?”
She laughed. “Yes, caveman. We’ll try this again when your upper brain is functioning and full sentences are coming out.”
Hunt grunted and swirled his tongue around her nipple, moving his hand down her pants, fingers circling and dipping and hitting all the spots that were going to make her explode.
Hunt switched their positions, him on top, and stripped off her pants. He positioned his hips between her thighs. “Let the baby-making practice begin.” And he plunged into her body.
Abby cried out at the fullness, the pleasure.
Hunt hiked her leg and hit her somewhere deep with his next thrust that had her head thrashing about. “Stay with me, woman, or this will be quick. If you start, I’ll start—”
Too late.
Her orgasm hit, and she clung to Hunt. He followed her a second later, thrusting inside her and moaning out his release.
When his breathing calmed down, Hunt lifted his head. “Damn, that was too fast. Round two?”