A Lion's Pride, page 13
Dropping a hand down to her belly, she rubbed slowly and asked teasingly, “Babies, huh?”
A spark of something lit in Carter’s eyes as he watched her hand.
“Before you put a cub in me,” she leaned forward and nipped at his lips, her voice going sultry as she challenged, “why don’t you put something else in me?”
Carter’s eyes jerked up to hers and held just a breath before he carried her to the stove, flipped it off, and then hurried out of the kitchen with Maia still wrapped around him.
The devilish look on his face and the smile that accompanied it made her feel giddy because she knew that look was hers and hers alone. Just like Carter’s lion. Just like Carter’s pride. Just like Carter.
Leaning forward, she nibbled on his chin and worked her way up his jaw as he moved faster to get them to his room. “I’m gonna love loving you, Carter Concolor.”
He huffed an arrogant sound. “I already love loving you, Maia Concolor.”
The hard slam of the bedroom door closing behind them rang through the house. A house that they both hoped would soon echo with a child’s cry and the merriment of their pride.
Susan Bliler, A Lion's Pride
