The world spun upside down and for the first time it wasn’t because I was pregnant, it was because Blake kissed me with the kind of fury and passion I’d longed for since the day he left me on the beach.

I had dreamed about this moment. Now that it was finally happening, I couldn’t catch my breath. I held on to him. His tongue slipped between my lips, twisting and curling against mine.

I shivered when he tugged the corners of my shirt. The air danced over my skin.

“It’s cold,” I murmured.

“I’d make a fire out in the living room, but I don’t think we have that kind of time,” Blake growled into my neck.

I shook my head. “No, we don’t.”

He scooped me up. “Lots of covers in here.”

I nodded. “Lots. So, so many blankets.”

He pulled a few of the quilts from the shelves, padding the floor. He lowered me on my back.

“I promise you won’t be cold long.”

I grinned, greedily sucking at his lips. I had dreamed about his lips and the firmness of his arms. I never thought I’d be with him again like this ever. I thought those dreams were all I had left.

Blake lifted the shirt over my head and slid my bra from my shoulders.

“Holy shit, baby. Do you know what these do to me?”

He held one of my breast in his hand. It was heavy and sore, but he soothed the ache with the heat from his tongue. I whimpered as it lashed over my nipple, hardening it instantly.

“So fucking perfect, baby.” He sucked me into his mouth, gulping and licking. Pressing until his teeth nipped the edge of the sensitive points.

I inhaled sharply. My body responded differently now. Everything was heightened.

“Oh, Blake.”

He pushed me back on the soft bed he had made. I had already forgotten how cold I had been as he slipped the jeans from my waist.

I laid before him. The woman who loved him. The woman who had always loved him. The woman who was carrying his baby.

He pushed my legs apart, running a finger over the fabric of my cotton panties.

“I love how wet you get when I touch you,” he groaned.

I bucked a little, aching for his touch. Aching for the friction of his fingers against my clit. It was throbbing and pulsing for attention.

He slipped one finger under the edge, toying with my slit. I hissed with want.

He brought his finger to his lips and sucked the honey. “You’ve always tasted sweet to me. It makes me crave you.”

“Oh God, Blake.” I almost cried as he lowered his head between my legs, moving the panties with his teeth.

He pushed my knees wide, as his tongue dipped between the slickness of my folds and ran back and forth, tracing the edges of my clit before finally thrusting inside my entrance. I groaned, trying to hold him inside me. He began to twist and flick his tongue until I was a writhing sex nymph.

“Ohh,” I cried. “I’m coming so fast.”

I seized the quilts in my hand, balling up my fists, but the orgasm hit me at once. My body shook and shivered as it spilled through me. Blake lifted my hips, sucking my clit hard, pushing his tongue inside me, riding out the orgasm with me and lapping up every drop of it.

Slowly he lowered me, grinning one of those devilish sexy smiles I loved so much.

I heard the zipper on his jeans.

“I have to be inside you.”

I nodded. It was all I wanted. To feel his thick cock push inside me. To belong together like we did when our bodies slid against each other.

He pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it behind us.

I reached forward, stroking his glorious cock. He rubbed it between my slit, coating it in my juices. Time seemed to slow. The frenetic pace had been replaced with something deeper and tangible.

“You’re not worried are you?” he asked.

I smiled. “No. It feels so good. I know everything’s ok.”

“God, you’re a fucking goddess.”

He nudged his cock against my entrance and I moaned.

“I love your pussy. And I’ve missed it, babe. I missed you.”

He pushed inside me as we both bucked with sensation. He thrust deep and far until my hips lifted to greet him, sucking him inside me.

“Ohh,” I whimpered. Nothing had felt this intense. Pregnancy sex was something completely different.

His lips fell to mine and I bit and kissed him while he rode in and out, pumping with steady strokes.

He hit my inner walls, rocking me to my core. I clenched and groped, wanting the orgasm to shatter me. Needing it to bring us back together.

My eyes locked on his and we both knew it was coming. Blake’s fingers wound through mine as his breathing turned to ragged pants.

“You’re mine, always.”

I nodded. “Always.”

And with a final thrust he moaned as he pumped his release inside me. He smiled slowly, his body rigid with pleasure and satisfaction.

I pressed my lips to his.

He pushed again and the world collapsed in on me. I screamed out, the orgasm pinching and firing shockwaves through my nerves.

“Oh God, Blake. Oh shit.” My eyes closed as I tried to hold on, but he only picked up the pace, pushing deeper, spreading my legs farther apart.

“Feel how good it is between us,” he growled. “Feel what we do together.”

I bit my lip. My head thrashed to the side. Another orgasm built in my core and before I could handle the last one, the new one unleashed in my body.

“Fuck, baby,” Blake groaned, his eyes rolling back.

I was squeezing his cock with everything I had. We rocked and thrust. Our bodies dripped with sweat. Our lips found each other, until finally the rhythm slowed and Blake settled next to me.

He exhaled. “What in the hell was that?”

I giggled. “I think that was pregnancy sex.”

“Whatever it was, I liked it.” He kissed my shoulder.

We stared at the ceiling. The candles flickered from the mason jars.

“You know I’m not freezing anymore.”

“Didn’t think you’d stay cold long.”

He shifted to his side. His eyes drifted to my navel as he began to draw circles on my belly.

“This is incredible.”

“You’re happy?” I was hesitant to ask. Having a baby wasn’t an automatic pass for happiness. There was so much to discuss.

“Of course I’m happy. We made a baby.” He flattened his palm. “When do you think it was? On the boat? The swing?”

I laughed. “I think it was the first time. The couch.”

“The couch. Really?” He raised his eyebrows.

I nodded. “It was the first time I’d ever had sex like that. I just have this feeling.”

“Magic position.” He winked.

“It was magic, wasn’t it?”

“Damn straight.” He tickled the tops of my thighs and I wriggled under the pressure.

“Blake?”

“Hmm?”

“Before the baby, before today, my answer was yes.”

He sat forward. “Yes?”

I nodded. “I missed you. Nothing mattered anymore. What I have in Dallas doesn’t matter. I want you to know that. I figured it out before this morning. But the baby—it changes things.”

He brushed the hair from my face. The tendrils were damp. “It does.” He lowered his mouth to mine, inhaling with a fierce kiss.

“I was never going to get over you, Sierra.”

I smiled. “Now you don’t have to.”

* * *

“What do you want to do with the house?” Blake asked as we locked up the door. We had kept in warm in the linen closet as long as we could. We had to head for somewhere with heat.

I dropped the keys in my purse. “I’d like to keep it. What do you think?”

He nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

“What do you mean?”

We walked down the wooden stairs. There were so many repairs the house needed. There were leaks under sinks. A few of the gutters had broken away from the house. And now I knew without power I was setting up the scenario for possible frozen pipes.

“I mean, let’s make this our island house. I’ll sell the business to Cole.”

I stopped in my tracks. “What?”

“Cole wants to build boats. There’s a pier here. We can build anything else we need. It’s where you grew up. You were happy here. I can see us here.”

I was amazed. Blown away. “You’re serious?”

He pulled me toward him. “Completely. Let’s do it. We’ll fix it up and it will be ready for us next summer.”

“You realize next summer there will be three of us.”

“Yeah, I do. You think I should buy some of those baby life jackets?”

“I don’t know how much boating we’re going to do.”

Blake held my hand, leading me down the stairs and toward the truck. I had one of the quilts wrapped around my shoulders. It was going to be a chilly ride over to his house.

“And before that?”

He opened the door for me.

“Are you asking about Orlando?” I looked at him.

“I am.”

“I’m there if you’re there. I’m here if you’re here.” I leaned into him. “I swear this girl is never leaving you again.”

He grinned. “I knew you’d leave this island with me.”

He was cocky, but I loved it because he was right.