Come Back for Me (Arrowood Brothers #1)(91)

I hope so for her too.

We both get up and head toward the bathroom to see the results.

Again, I stand outside, waiting for Sydney to come out, and I say a prayer, asking for this to go the way we both want it to.

But before I can go see the results, Connor comes through the door.

“Hey, baby.” He walks over and gives me a kiss.

“Hi.”

“What’s wrong?” he asks because it’s clear I’m distracted.

I shake my legs back and forth and then bite my lip. “Wrong? Nothing’s wrong, just need to use the bathroom.”

Then the door opens and Sydney comes out holding both tests. She looks at me and shakes her head, but I’m not sure what that means. Then she kisses my cheek and holds out what I assume to be my test to me.

Connor’s eyes drop to the unmistakable object in my hand.

Then she turns to him and smiles. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow. I need to go.”

“Syd?”

There are tears in her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything. She touches my arm and then walks away.

I stand here, watching her go while holding my test. I’m worried about her.

“Ellie?” Connor says. “Is that?”

My pulse spikes because if this is positive, everything will change. Not that our life hasn’t been constantly evolving, but a baby will amplify it. Then I think, what does it matter? He and I love each other and knew this was a definite possibility. I can’t imagine my life with anyone else.

He’s already an amazing father, and this time, it won’t be scary. I’ll have him with me each step of the way.

“I’m late,” I explain. “I thought that maybe I could be pregnant.”

He smiles wide, and now I really hope the test is positive.

I lift the test, and my entire world becomes just a bit brighter. “We’re pregnant,” I say with tears in my eyes.

He wraps his arms around me and kisses the side of my neck. “We’re having another baby.”

“It seems we are,” I say as a tear rolls down my face. “Are you happy?”

He pulls back. “Am I happy? I’m fucking beyond happy! We’re having another baby, and God help me, Ellie, I’m going to marry you. I know you wanted to wait, but—”

“I don’t want to wait.”

“What?”

I take his face in my hands. “I love you, Connor. I love you more than any woman has ever loved a man. I don’t need to wait to marry you. I don’t want more time. We’ve wasted enough of it. I want us to have our family whole, and I want to be your wife.”

He kisses me, and I forget how to breathe. I have no idea how long it goes on but we both start to strip each other.

His hands move down my body, soft and sensual. Connor kisses me deeply as he walks us back into our bedroom.

Slowly, he pulls the straps of my dress down, watching me as he does it. My hands go to his shirt, and I lift it off. I love his body. I love how my body reacts to his touch too.

We both explore each other with our hands. He brushes his thumb across my nipple, causing it to pebble before his mouth is lowering and he’s sucking it into his warm mouth. I moan, relishing how good it feels and pregnancy only amplifies it.

He continues to drive me crazy with his mouth and then his hand is at my clit. He flicks it back and forth, causing my back to bow. “You feel so good,” I tell him.

“I always want to make you feel good.”

And he does. He uses his hands to pleasure or show me affection, never in anger. It’s so different being with him. Sex is unbelievable, and I truly don’t know if I ever really had an orgasm after being with him.

It was as though my body rejected anything that Kevin did.

When you love and trust your partner, it’s a different experience. One that I’m glad I can share now.

He pushes me higher, licking my nipple, and moving his finger faster. I start to pant, my orgasm building with each passing second.

My head thrashes from side to side as I build even more. I call his name, begging for more and also for him to stop. I can’t take it. It’s too much.

“Connor.”

“You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.”

He puts his thumb on my clit and pushes down, and I’m done. Wave after wave of pleasure laps over me. It’s so good that I never want it to end. He pulls every ounce of pleasure out of me that my body will give. Then he’s above me.

In one swift move, Connor pushes into me, both of us moaning at the sensations. My body welcomes him, loving how well we fit together. I slide my fingers down his back, and he surges forward again.

We make love. It’s soft and hard at the same time. He flips us so I’m on top, and his hands hold on to my hips.

I ride him while he guides the pace.

“Ellie, I can’t hold back.”

I love when I make him lose it. There’s something powerful about being able to do that to him.

“Then don’t,” I tell him as I grind down harder.

“I love you.”

I swirl my hips and then drop down, bringing my lips to his. And then he finishes.

We’re both sweaty, lying beside each other, neither really moving. That was intense and fantastic and emotional all at the same time. He props himself up on his elbow, looking down at me with a wry grin.