“You.”
My lips crashed down on hers, my hand going to her nape so I could deepen the kiss. Throwing off her covers, I climbed over her and settled my hips between her legs. She moaned as my erection brushed against her pussy.
“Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”
“It’s more than okay,” she replied, rubbing herself up and down my length through her thin cotton shorts. “Need you inside me,” she said, and I was all too happy to oblige. I ripped my shirt over my head and tore my pants down my legs. She sat up on her elbows, watching me undress like a lioness stalkingher next meal. Then it was her turn to get naked. I had her shorts and tank off in record time. I didn’t give myself a chance to think about what this meant or consider the repercussions.
I simply dove in.
26
DONOVAN
Emily sucked in a sharp breath when I pushed inside. I stilled, worried I’d hurt her somehow. There’d been little foreplay involved because the moment my fingers dipped to her pussy and found her soaked, she demanded I stop playing around and fuck her.
“If you don’t move right this instant, I’m going to?—”
My hips surged forward, cutting off what was sure to be an imaginative threat. I’d learned from living with Emily for only a few days that pregnancy hormones made her both grumpy and creative.
And I secretly loved it.
I thrust into her, holding back slightly out of fear of hurting the baby. She wiggled beneath me and dug her heels into my back, trying to urge me on.
“Harder,” she demanded.
“Emily,” I warned, slowing my pace.
“I need more,” she growled in frustration.
“I-I don’t want to hurt our baby.”
“You won’t. Sex is perfectly safe during pregnancy.”
“Fine,” I agreed, and a triumphant smirk spread across her lips. Then I flipped us, and she released a surprised yelp. “You control the pace. Take your pleasure however you see fit.”
She pressed her hands to my chest and pushed herself into a sitting position, straddling my hips. “Gladly,” she mused, flexing her pelvis forward as she began to ride me. The view from below was breathtaking. Her full breasts bounced with the motion. Her tiny bump protruded ever so slightly below her navel. Her skin glowed, and her body was so sensitive she was primed to orgasm the moment my thumb met her clit. It only took a few strokes before she was falling apart, her tight channel milking my cock.
She was exquisite with her back arched and head thrown back in ecstasy. Her face was lax with post-orgasmic euphoria. Her skin felt like silk beneath my palms as my hands gripped her soft hips. I wasn’t an art connoisseur, but I’d spend every last penny I had to have this moment captured on a canvas.
“You’re even more beautiful with my baby inside you,” I confessed. Those dreamy eyes opened, and the emotion that filled them had me feeling like my chest would crack open and all my secrets would come spilling out before me.
“Donovan,” she whispered, and my throat constricted. I loved the way she said my name. I wanted to hear her say it every day for the rest of my life.
That thought should’ve scared me, should’ve sent me running for the hills. Instead, it grounded me. It made me consider something I never thought I could have. But then I sobered, realizing I only wanted that with a woman who could never truly be mine. Emily swore when she came back to Willow Brook Falls she’d never move away again. Her family was here, including the two nieces she adored. She and Delilah were as close as they’d ever been. It wouldn’t be fair to ask her to come to Boston with me, and I couldn’t stay here if I took the job. I didn’t want to let her go, but I couldn’t see a way of making it work.It felt like she was slipping through my fingers even though she was right in front of me, and I was buried deep inside her. It wasn’t close enough.
Sitting up, I brought her flush against my chest and wrapped my arms around her, holding her as tightly to me as possible. I slid one hand up the back of her neck and tangled it in her hair. She let out a pleased moan as my grip tightened in her long locks, and her pussy squeezed around me like a vice. I wanted to beg her not to leave me even though I was the one who eventually had to leave her behind. But the more time I spent with her, the more I wondered if I’d actually be able to do it.
I buried my face in her neck, trying to ignore the inevitability of our looming separation. I wouldn’t let my melancholy ruin this moment. She was all mine for a little bit longer, and I wanted to savor every second.
I pressed my lips against her pulse point and felt her heartbeat humming beneath her skin. Her movements became erratic, and her inner walls fluttered around me. The pulsating contractions sent me over the edge and we came together, her crying out my name and me groaning out a curse. We collapsed together against my pillows and lay panting as we caught our breath. In the silence I studied the sound of her breathing and the scent of her skin so I could commit it to memory.
“Thank you,” she said after a moment, and I shot her a quizzical glance. She’d never thanked me after sex before. “I needed that.” I chuckled. She wasn’t the only one.
“Anytime,” I offered. “I will gladly take on the responsibility of all your orgasms.”
The smile that had begun to tip the corners of her lips faltered, and she swallowed hard. She sniffed through her nose and visibly shook herself before forcing the smile back to her face.
“It’s supposed to get worse in the second trimester. Not sure what I’m going to do once you’re in Boston. Might have to up my toy game.” She tried injecting humor into her tone, but it fell flat.
