I rummaged around in the fridge until I snatched a beer. I wasn’t ready for a kid. I wasn’t ready to change diapers, and I certainly wasn’t ready to worry nonstop about who in this world would hunt my child down for their own damn benefit or to gain power.
I flipped the top off the beer bottle with ease. “Nothing.”Liar.You’re scared out of your mind.
She wiggled her hips up to me, her tits bouncing, her pussy on display. “You don’t lie very well.”
Downing the beer in two gulps, I raked my gaze over every inch of her. Then my mind shut down, and my cock came alive again.
25
LAYLA
Istuck my hands on my hips as my cheeks flushed. Every sculpted inch of him bristled with strength, but underneath lay terror, which threw me off-kilter. I had yet to see Sam frightened of anything.
I wasn’t exactly elated over my pregnancy. I wasn’t sure I could wrap my mind around the concept. “Talk to me, Sam.”
A shaky laugh escaped his full lips.
I pressed my naked body up against his, my tits mashing into his hot muscled flesh.
He set the empty bottle on the granite island, his green gaze never wavering from mine. “I can’t think with you naked.”
It was my turn to laugh as I unzipped his jeans. “You need relief and to relax, and I know how to take away your troubles. We can analyze us later.” I inched back a step, plastering on a flirty smile as I tweaked my nipples.
He bit his bottom lip and kicked off his boots then his jeans, keeping his focus on me. “Play with yourself,” he ordered as he removed his boxer briefs.
I squealed as warmth radiated throughout my body, doing as he commanded.
His fangs lowered, and on a blink, silver banished the green in his eyes.
I circled my finger around my clit as my gaze took a slow, sensual hike up and down his muscled body.How did I get so lucky?The draw to him was more than boy meets girl, more than a simple attraction. His pull was magnetic, an enticing craving feeding an addiction I never knew I had.
He pumped his massive cock, and on the upstroke, he stopped, closing his eyes briefly as if trying to ward off an orgasm. He let out a strangled sigh as he closed the distance between us. Then he whisked me to the living room, where the fire crackled and the music of the waves trickled in through a small opening in the glass doors.
There was no place I wanted to be other than right there with a man I was beginning to fall for—or maybe I already had.
He skirted the couch and set me down behind it. “Bend over.” His dominant tone sent waves of ecstasy rippling through me.
I hesitated for a beat before I planted my hands onto the buttery leather sofa.
He shaped my hip with one hand and positioned his dick at my entrance with his other.
I widened my stance as I lifted my butt in the air.
Then he slid his dick inside me and stilled. “You okay?”
I whimpered, savoring the moment, the tightness, fullness, him, us, and the way we fit together. “Perfect.”
He thrust into me slowly at first, saying, “So fucking wet.” Then he stopped.
I glanced over my shoulder to find him staring at something ahead of us.
My heart dipped as fear suffocated me. I followed his line of sight, thinking someone was watching us or Roman had found us. But all I saw was a tranquil scene sprinkled in beauty. The early afternoon sun glistened off the Atlantic. Then something occurred to me: he had better vision than I did.
“Do you see something?” I asked.
“Just enjoying the view and how fucking good you feel.”
“Then fuck me, vampire. Like you mean it.”
