CHAPTER 27
Cate was just finishing up in the kitchen when she heard a key turn in the lock on the front door. Kian wasn’t due back until tomorrow. “Hello?” she called hesitantly, quickly drying her hands on a towel.
“Cate?”
Cate felt like her heart was doing backflips inside her chest. “Kian?”
“Hi,” Kian grinned. He propped his suitcase against the wall. Cate dropped the towel and threw herself into his arms. “I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow?”
“I know, I wanted to surprise you,” Kian smiled.
Kian pivoted them around so Cate’s back was pushed up against the fridge. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and set to work undoing his tie. “I think somebody missed me.”
“More than you know,” Cate said breathlessly, her heart was pounding out of her chest. She undid his tie enough to slip it over his head and tossed it to the floor. His hardness was pressing into her softness.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Kian whispered, kissing behind her ear.
Cate suddenly stilled.
“What is it?”
“You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” Cate gestured to what she was wearing. She had on Kian’s navy-blue t-shirt with yellow lettering and he could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and his grey trackie bottoms. “I look like such a mess.”
“You look so fucking sexy,” Kian said huskily. Her hair was braided to one side and he tugged on the braid so he could have better access to the side of her neck.
“Mm,” Cate lost her train of thought as his lips did delicious things to her neck.
“No,” she said suddenly, pushing him. He stepped back and she prised herself away from his sexy body.
“I had a plan,” Cate wiped her hands on the sides of her trackie bottoms.
Kian could see her hard nipples poking through his t-shirt. “Fuck Cate, I need to be inside you.” He put his hands on the fridge at the side of her head, caging her in.
Cate had to use all of her willpower not to give in. “Soon. Please let me do this, Kian?”
She reached behind her back and handed him an A4 sheet of paper, “why don’t you go upstairs and unpack and I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”
Kian looked down at the sheet of paper, “what’s this?”
Cate grinned, “a hint.”
She quickly ran upstairs. Kian looked down at the sheet of paper; she’d done the chart. There was a list of all the rooms in the house and by the sides of the master bedroom, bathroom and kitchen were shiny, gold stars.
“Angel, are you nearly ready?” Kian called. He’d unpacked and got changed into jeans and a black t-shirt.
“In here,” Cate called from the room at the far end of the house.
“Can I come in?” Kian knocked on the closed door.
“Yep, I just need to get changed.” Kian pushed open the door. The room was empty except for a mattress in the centre of the floor and a row of flickering candles on the windowsill. It was going to be the baby’s nursery.
Cate stood anxiously to one side, biting her lip. “I thought we could add to the list?”
Kian stormed over to her and picked her up as if she was weightless, wrapping her slender body around him. “I fucking love it,” Kian growled.
“Hey, I need to get changed,” Cate protested, smacking him on the chest.
“No,” Kian said. He carried her over to the mattress and lay her down on her back. “I love that you’re wearing my clothes.”
He knelt above her and pulled off his t-shirt, displaying that gorgeous, muscled chest.
He lifted up the hem of her t-shirt and pressed his lips against her skin. She tasted so sweet. He peppered her stomach with kisses, pushing her t-shirt further up until he reached her breasts. He slid an arm under her back and lifted her up so he could pull the t-shirt up and over her head. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking down at her beautiful, bare breasts. He buried his face between them, nuzzling her skin. They were so soft and warm against his face. His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans.
Cate ran her fingers through his hair. She loved the way his skin felt against hers.
He cupped her breast with his hand and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden. “Mm,” Cate moaned, arching her back towards him. He took her other nipple between his teeth and teased it with his tongue. He loved how she writhed underneath him.
He tugged down her trackie bottoms so she was naked apart from her panties. Fuck, he didn’t know how he’d survived two weeks without being inside her.
Her panties were flimsy, which gave him an idea. He gripped the fabric tightly and began to pull. Cate propped herself up on her elbows, curious about what he was going to do. She gasped as the fabric tightened against her skin and then her panties ripped right down the centre. The fabric fell away, revealing her sex. Kian tore away the shreds of fabric and tossed them to one side and then gazed down at his naked wife.
“This is how I like you.”
Afterwards, they lay curled up on the single mattress. It was getting dark outside and the candles flickered softly. “Was it as good as you planned it to be?” Kian asked softly, stroking the small of her back.
“Mm,” Cate smiled, her body still tingling from the 2nd climax. “Better.”
“Just out of curiosity, what were you going to change into?” Kian asked.
Cate’s smile widened. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Spoilsport,” Kian laughed. He got up and blew out the candles on the windowsill. “Hey,” Cate said, “where are you going?”
Kian bent down and scooped Cate up off the mattress. “I’m taking my sexy wife to bed.”
He carried her into the master bedroom and laid her down on the bed. “Every night, I thought about you lying here in our bed…” His eyes lit up. “Naked.”
Cate picked up one of the pillows and whacked him in the chest. “I only sleep naked when you’re here.”
“Good to know,” Kian smirked.
“Also, I didn’t sleep in here while you were away.”
“Where did you sleep then?” Kian frowned.
“I took the duvet downstairs and slept on the sofa,” Cate admitted.
“Why?”
“It’s your bed…” Cate started.
“Our bed,” Kian interrupted.
“It didn’t feel right being here without you.”
Kian looked serious. “If I’m not here, promise me you’ll sleep in our bed? I like thinking of you here.”
“I’ll try,” Cate said, “but if I don’t get any sleep, it’s your fault.”
As Cate snuggled down, Kian jumped up and went downstairs to the kitchen. “Where are you going?”
When he came back, he was holding a purple monkey. “What is that?” The sight of him naked and holding the cute, cuddly toy made her laugh.
“It’s for Lola,” Kian said, handing the toy to Cate. “What do you think?”
“Lola?”
Kian climbed back into bed with Cate and rested a hand on her stomach. “Our baby. Lola.”
“How do you know we’re having a girl?” Cate asked him.
“I don’t know. When I think about our kid, I always picture a little girl who looks just like you.”
“And you want to call her Lola?”
Cate put the purple monkey on her bedside table and cuddled up to him.
“It fits, you know,” Kian said, kissing the top of her head. “We got married in Vegas and I can’t get that song out of my head about a showgirl named Lola.”
“You want to name our baby after a Barry Manilow song?”
“Or The Kinks?”
“That’s about a transvestite?” Cate swatted him. “You’re weird.”
“Lola,” Cate repeated the name several times, trying it out. “Lola. Lola Warner. Lola Jane Warner. You know what? I kind of like it.”
“Jane?”
“From Jane Eyre, it’s my favourite book. If we have a girl, I’d like her to have that kind of spirit, to always be true to herself, independent but loyal to her friends, a strong sense of what’s right and fair.”
Kian pulled the duvet down to her waist and kissed her stomach. “I love that my baby is growing inside you.”
Cate turned her head to look at the purple monkey. “When did you buy it?” she asked, running her fingers lazily through Kian’s hair.
“New York. Yoakey gave me so much shit for it.”