Hourglass Squared by K. S., Megan C. Smith Page A

face with my husband whose eyes were welled over with tears. I smiled softly up at him as I shrugged my shoulders, and in two swift steps he'd crossed the enormous bathroom and taken me into his arms, lifting me up around his waist as I discarded my towel onto the floor.
    Jake slammed his lips to mine, the bristle of his facial hair scathed my soft skin as he kissed me with what felt like every ounce of passion he had in his body since the first day we met. Jake's strong masculine hands wrapped tightly around me, while my legs gripped to his waist, our tongues colliding against each other as my arms clung around his neck for dear life, forcing him closer to me.
    "I'm so sorry I left, and I've been so miserable," I said between kisses. "I love you, and I'm learning to love these squatters."
    Jake's body shook as laughter erupted from within while he carried me into the bedroom, gently laying me down on our huge bed. His massive frame climbed in on top of me, showering kisses all over my neck, causing my skin to prick with goose bumps.
    His deep voice whispered into my ear while his hands wandered all over my body like a pirate looking for his treasure. "You are perfect, Savannah. What you said in there makes me love you even more. But right now I don't want to talk about our children. Hell I don't want to talk at all. I just want to feel the warmth of your body surrounding me."
    As Jake took me right then and there, I'd never felt so loved in my life. He was my reason for existence, and now, so were these two squatters.
     

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
    Brooke
    I PULLED INTO MY doctor's office parking lot right beside Josh's silver Mercedes. After grabbing my purse from the passenger's seat, I opened it up and pulled out my lipstick to touch up the color on my lips. Here I was, five months into this pregnancy, and the morning sickness still had not subsided. My face was tinged grey between lack of sleep and starvation. A sharp rap on my driver's side window captured my attention back from my pitiful reflection. I reached down and pressed the button to unlock my doors so Josh could open it.
    His masculine hand reached in to my car to help me step out, and as my hand slid into his, I could feel the warmth coming from it in waves. Clenching on, I balanced my weight onto him as I stepped out on my stilettos, pausing long enough to meet his gorgeous green eyes and worried expression. I flashed him a smile and stood to smooth out my dress, trying to come up with something to say to ease the tension I saw in his face.
    "Hey, handsome. Careful, my husband is supposed to show up soon, I don't want him to catch me with someone as drop-dead sexy as you," I taunted, stretching up on my tiptoes to place my lips against his.
    "I bet I can take him," Josh teased back, a smile slipping into place before he returned my kiss. I ran my hand up his chest and behind his neck, before grabbing hold and pulling him closer to me so I could deepen the kiss. As our mouths molded to each other I could taste the spearmint gum on his breath.
    As soon as the moment was over, the concern in his eyes quickly returned. "How are you feeling today?" Quickly, his eyes roved over my body, analyzing my appearance. Josh was not dealing well with me being so ill and had commented several times about how my clothes were hanging differently on my body.
    "I'm fine." I turned to lead him to the office doors. "Really, I haven't even gotten sick today." Lies, all lies so that he wouldn't worry more than he already was. I had been violently ill at even the thought of food. Eating it was out of the question. When Savannah had walked by my office that morning snacking on a bag of cheese crackers, I literally wanted to just die, right there on the spot. "Come on, let's get inside before we are late."
    Josh pulled open the large glass door and held it for me as I stepped inside, grumbling to himself about something. There were pregnant women everywhere in the lobby, with a few also