His Little Miracle: The Billionaire's Baby. Nicola MarshЧитать онлайн книгу.
those yet.’
Chuckling, she sent him a teasing look from beneath lowered lashes. ‘My, my, very inventive.’
With a low groan, he pulled her flush against him. ‘You drive me wild.’
This was it. Her last chance to drive home the ramifications of their reunion despite the obstacles facing them.
But with the man of her dreams holding her, caressing her, promising to love her unconditionally, she threw her reservations out the window and let them float away on the brisk ocean breeze.
She had a lifetime to live with the agony of not being able to add to their family. Right now, she needed to lose herself in him.
Her soul aching with the depth of her love for this amazing man, she raised her gaze to his. ‘Show me.’
‘It’ll be my pleasure.’
Releasing her hand, he unbuttoned her top, slipping buttons through loops with slow precision, her breath catching each and every time his fingers grazed her skin.
Empowered by the adoration in his eyes, she shimmied out of it, her pulse skittering and jumping like a wild thing when he reached out and trailed a finger ever so slowly from one collarbone to the next, dipping briefly into her cleavage, teasing her, building the anticipation till she could barely stand.
‘Now, let me show you exactly how wild you drive me.’
A brief shiver rippled through her as his lips brushed against hers, once, twice, before he moved across the room, shook out several drop cloths and placed them on the ground as if laying out an ermine blanket for a princess to picnic on.
‘Care to join me?’
His slow, sexy smile captivated her, and she moved towards him, impelled by an overwhelming need to make memorable love with her husband.
The air around them seemed electrified as she put one foot in front of the other, drifting towards him, his gaze as soft as a caress, travelling over her face, her body, his adoring expression sending her spirits soaring and making her body tremble.
Taking his outstretched hand, she let out a ragged breath as they sank onto the floor together, and in a flurry of discarded clothes and desperate fondling and frantic caresses, with the late afternoon sun streaming through the windows and casting sensuous shadows against the stark walls, Camryn ignored her reservations, her worries and the conviction she would never be enough for him, and lost herself in the pleasure of her incredibly special husband.
CHAPTER EIGHT
BLANE followed the exuberant squeals coming from the backyard of his youngest sister’s place, preparing for the launch of two tiny bodies into his arms.
As much as he loved Jodi, he knew he wouldn’t spend half as much time here if it wasn’t for the twins, James and Jemma.
Patting down his pockets to make sure he hadn’t forgotten this week’s treat, he rounded the corner and pushed through the back gate, bracing himself as the twins lifted their heads in unison at the squeak of the rusty hinge, caught sight of him, and rocketed out of the sandpit, making a beeline straight for him.
‘Hey, kiddos.’
He bent down and opened his arms a split second before two sturdy bodies hurled themselves at him, wrapping grubby hands around his neck and slobbering sloppy kisses on his cheeks.
‘Uncle Blay, Uncle Blay!’ they yelled in chorus, trying to outdo each other in the clambering stakes, grabbing his hair, his ears, and giggling like they’d sculled a litre of fizzy drinks.
‘Hey, you two.’ He tickled and hugged them till the noise level reached ear-splitting levels, disentangling arms and legs before setting James on his feet and Jemma alongside him. ‘Have you been good for your mum this week?’
‘Uh-huh.’ James, bold as brass, blue eyes wide and expectant, stared at his pockets while his sister, suddenly shy, stuck her thumb in her mouth.
‘I’m the one you should be asking.’
He smiled as Jodi waddled towards them, trying to balance a tray laden with fruit, water and dry crackers, her round belly protruding much further than last week. ‘Ask me again why I wanted another one after the terrible two.’
Taking the tray from her, he dropped a kiss on her cheek. ‘Terrific two, you mean.’
As she eased into a chair, her face creased into a fond smile as she saw the twins standing still like a couple of expectant angels, not making a sound.
‘They are pretty terrific most of the time. Though you know they’re only ever quiet like this when you bribe them as you do every week.’
Pouring a glass of iced water and handing it to her, he said, ‘It’s not bribery, it’s spoiling my favourite niece and nephew.’
‘Don’t let Sandy and Monica hear that. You know they think their kids are godsends.’
Laughing, he bent down to the twins’ level and pretended to rummage in his pockets.
‘Hmm…what have I got here?’
At the familiar question, the twins abandoned their good behaviour and started climbing all over him again.
‘James! Jemma!’
He winked at Jodi over James’s shoulder, disengaging two pairs of cloying hands before producing matching miniature diggers from each pocket.
‘Wow,’ the twins said in unison, eyes wide as they grabbed the brightly coloured toy earth movers, already running for the sandpit to bury their latest treasure.
‘Hey, what do you say? And what about your snack?’
The twins pulled up short at the sound of their mother’s firm tone and turned back to him. ‘Thaaank yooou, Uncle Blaaaay…’
They drew out each word in the usual way kids did when told to thank someone, whirling away the minute he smiled at them.
‘They can have their snack later,’ he said, catching sight of Jodi’s frown. ‘Let them have a play.’
Rolling her eyes, she offered him the fruit platter. ‘You’re a pushover. Wait till you have kids of your own. You’ll see.’
His smile faded as he selected a bunch of grapes and slid onto the wooden bench opposite.
‘Hey, what did I say?’
‘Nothing.’
He popped several grapes into his mouth at once, chewing thoughtfully, wondering how much he should tell his sister.
‘Come on, bro. Spill it. This has to be about a woman.’
Not just a woman. The woman.
The woman he’d half fallen in love with the moment he’d first laid eyes on her, the woman he’d walked away from six years earlier, the woman to complete him, to make his dreams come true.
But she still harboured doubts. He’d seen it in her expressive eyes when she’d told him about her difficulty bearing kids, he’d seen it in her tense body language on the trip back to Melbourne afterwards.
He should be ecstatic she loved the house and had agreed to give their marriage a second chance, but he couldn’t dispel the gloomy feeling that something wasn’t quite right, that Cam didn’t believe him when he’d said she was all he needed to make his life complete.
Eyes narrowed, Jodi stabbed an apple slice in his direction.
‘She doesn’t want kids! That’s why you got that funny look on your face when I mentioned kids of your own.’
Shaking his head, he gulped down a glass of water to ease the sudden constriction in his throat at the thought of never having children.
‘It’s not as simple as that.’
‘Then