Pressing my back against the wall, Brandon pins me in place the moment we step off the elevator and onto his floor. His mouth is hot and greedy on my neck, his hands making their way up and down my body. They’re on my breasts, my legs, my sides, my hips, in my hair…seemingly all at the same time. My head rolls back on my shoulders, and I moan at the intense heat his lips leave on my skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Liv. You don’t know how much it’s been killing me, waiting this long. I’m dying to have you again. I need to have you again.”

My mouth collides with his as I wrap my legs around his waist. His hands dig into my ass as he pulls me away from the wall and carries me over to his door. He makes quick work of the lock, and before I know it, we’re tumbling inside.

It’s eerily similar to our first night together. The passion, the frenzied need I felt for him.

Only now, I actually know him. I know what an amazing man Brandon Jeffers is when he wants to be. And I know exactly what his body has in store for me.

I take it back. This is nothing like the first time.

It is so much more.

Brandon carries me over to the giant couch in front of the fire, gently laying me down before covering my body with his own. He thoroughly kisses me, his tongue tracing every inch of my mouth, before his lips move down my body.

He takes his time as he goes, pausing to taste and lick every exposed square inch of flesh he passes. By the time he reaches my lower body, I’m burning with need, my body writhing beneath his touch.

He lightly runs his fingers up my inner thigh, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. I twist my body in an attempt to hurry his movement, desperate to feel him where I need him most.

“You sure you want to do this now? We can wait if you’re not ready.”

I stifle a groan, instead using his momentary pause to my advantage, pushing up on his shoulders and flipping us into a sitting position, my legs coming down on either side of his.

“I’m done waiting.”

I reach for the hem of my dress and pull the silky fabric up over my head in one fluid motion. Brandon’s eyes flare as they lock on my bare breasts, his teeth biting into his lower lip as he takes in my naked form. I’m suddenly glad a bra didn’t go with my dress tonight.

“Fuck me. Have they gotten bigger?”

I giggle. Leave it to Brandon to ruin the intensity of the moment with a frat-boy observation.

“Pregnancy tends to do that to boobs. Just wait a few more months.”

He throws his hands up in the air in victory. “Thank you, pregnancy gods. I mean, not that your tits weren’t perfect before. But my God…”

Another laugh escapes my lips. “Well, how about you stop ogling them and start doing something with them?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he rushes out before burying his face in my chest.

He licks and sucks his way around my breasts as I slide off his jacket and loosen his tie. He breaks contact for just a moment, so I can pull it over his head, but his mouth is right back where I need it before I can even protest the loss of his wet heat.

After unbuttoning his shirt, I slide it off his shoulders, locking his arms behind his back in the tangled fabric. I push him back against the couch, pressing my chest against his, brushing my nipples against the hard ridges of his sculpted torso.

I drop my mouth to his shoulder, my tongue trailing along the line of one of his many tattoos. I could spend hours here, studying and worshipping every inch of his gloriously inked skin, but that’s going to have to wait. Because right now…

“I need you, Brandon,” I moan into his hard body, rubbing my soaked center against the bulge in his dress pants.

I’d like to chalk up my overwhelming need to those damn hormones I love to blame. But this is all Brandon.

I’m hungry for him.

Needy for his body.

Starving for his touch.

He shudders against me, a shaky breath warming the skin on my neck.

“I’m yours, Tink. Always yours.”

Freeing himself from his shirt, he grabs me around the waist, standing and spinning us so that I’m beneath him once again. He straightens, his eyes perusing my body as he does so, his hands going to his belt.

I know what to expect. After all, this isn’t our first time. I know how big he is beneath those clothes. But still, I can’t stifle the surprised gasp that escapes my lips when his pants fall to the floor. His cock is hard and ready. Hungry. Just like me.

I reach for him, needing to feel that silky hardness in my hand. He lets me stroke him once before stilling my movement.

“It’s been…” He trails off, his eyes flicking to the ceiling as he thinks. “What? Five months? Five months since I’ve been with a woman, Tink. If you keep that up, I’m liable to blow my load all over those gorgeous tits before we can even get started.”

Five months? But that was when…does he mean…

“You haven’t been with anybody else? Since me?”

He shakes his head. “I told you, Tink. You’ve ruined me. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since the day you walked into my life. No one else even comes close.” He lowers himself until he’s pressed into me, his lips once again returning to that sweet spot on my neck.

But his words hit me in a place I don’t expect.

My heart.

It means the world to me that he hasn’t been with anyone since me. I didn’t expect that. Hell, I would’ve bet everything I owned on the exact opposite. But hearing that our night together meant so much to him, even before he found out about the baby, it does something to me.

His words from the restaurant echo in my head. “I’m falling for you.”

Is that what this is? Is the overwhelming feeling in my chest…love?

I immediately want to balk at the idea. After all, we still don’t know each other…

But is that true anymore?

Brandon has shown me so much of himself in the last few weeks. A side of him I never even imagined could exist beneath all the layers of baseball bad boy and womanizer. I know he would do just about anything for the people he cares about. I know he likes to eat crappy fried food even if he can afford something nine hundred times more expensive. I know he’s witty as hell and funny, always able to put a smile on my face regardless of my mood. I know he’s kind and generous; the day we spent playing laser tag with a bunch of kids permanently inked in my mind. He was so good with them, joking and laughing with them as though it wasn’t completely crazy for a professional baseball player to be hanging out at a random kid’s birthday party.

He is down-to-earth and humble despite the reputation he gets in the press. And, above all, he’s shown me there is nothing more important than me and our baby, dropping everything to rush to our sides when he thought we might be in trouble.

It’s time for me to stop using the excuse that I don’t know him. Because I do.

Brandon Jeffers is a good man.

And I’m not falling for him.

I’ve already fallen.

“Make love to me, Brandon,” I whisper against his skin.

I feel the instant he hears the words, his body tensing and his skin pebbling beneath my touch.

He pulls back from me, his eyes searching mine. I nod slightly, not wanting words to break the connection currently coursing between us.

He positions himself at my core, his eyes never once leaving mine. And, as he slowly breaches my entrance, he drops his forehead to mine, the tip of his nose brushing mine, his lips hovering just above my own.

I want to close my eyes and revel in the feel of him as he pushes inside me. I want to feel every inch as he drives into me, getting lost in the feeling of what only his body can do to me.

But, more importantly, I want to stay here, in this moment. Eyes locked with his, lips touching but not kissing, bodies melded together in every way possible.

I want to live in this moment forever.

Because, despite what he’s doing to me with his body, it’s Brandon’s eyes that give me what I need.

The raw emotion, the blind devotion, and the adoration…

They reflect every single thing I’m feeling right this second.

This isn’t Brandon fucking me.

Brandon Jeffers is doing exactly what I asked.

He’s making love to me.