Her hazel eyes flutter open, warm and a little sleepy. She stretches, the sheet slipping lower on her hips.
“Mmm. What time is it?”
“Just after eleven.” My palm glides over the rise of her stomach, lingering there. “How are my girls doing today?”
“We’re okay.” Her lips twitch, then dip into a pout. “But we missed you.”
My heart catches.
“Yeah?” I murmur, brushing a knuckle along her cheek. “That so?”
“Uh-huh,” she murmurs, her voice a slow drawl of need. “Was hoping you’d come home early. Put those hands to better use.”
I grin, sliding my palm lower, across the curve of her hip. “That right? And here I thought you needed rest.”
“I need you,” she whispers, threading her fingers into my hair as I kiss along her jaw. “Been needing you all day.”
Her thighs part beneath the sheets, invitation and temptation wrapped in one warm, familiar body. My mouth trails lower, worshipful against the sensitive skin of her throat.
“You should’ve called,” I murmur. “I’d have come running.”
“I know,” she breathes, arching up into my touch as my hand slips between her legs. “But it’s more fun when you’re hungry for it.”
I groan, the sound low and guttural in my chest. “Careful, sugar. You tease me like that, and I’m gonna remind you exactly who you belong to.”
Her smile turns wicked. “You should remind me now.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
In one fluid motion, I slide the sheet off her body, baring the soft swell of her breasts and the subtle curve of her belly. She’s radiant—flushed, warm, and already reaching for me. My mouth captures hers again, this time deeper, slower, all tongue and hunger.
My hand cradles her stomach as I press my body over hers, careful but aching with need. “God, look at you,” I whisper against her skin. “Carrying my baby and still so damn irresistible.”
Her breath hitches as I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, lower still. When I reach her breasts, I take my time, teasing her with my tongue until she’s squirming beneath me.
“You feel everything more now,” I murmur, circling her nipple with lazy precision. “Don’t you?”
She moans, threading her fingers into my hair. “Yes… don’t stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” I kiss lower, tasting the trail of heat down her body. “I’m gonna take my time with you tonight. Remind every inch of you who you belong to.”
She gasps as my mouth finds her center, her thighs trembling around my shoulders. I groan against her, savoring the way she falls apart for me—messy, beautiful, mine.
Her gasp is like fuel on fire.
“Spread your legs for me, sugar,” I murmur against her inner thigh, voice rough with want. “Let me see how wet you got just from a few kisses.”
She obeys, slow and eager, thighs parting for me like she was made to. I groan when I see the slick glistening between her folds.
“Fuck. Look at that.” I run a thumb through the mess, then bring it to her lips. “Taste what you do to me.”
She sucks it in without hesitation, eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide. Goddamn, she’s perfect.
I settle between her legs, tongue dragging up her slit like I own her—which I do. She arches, a helpless whimper spilling from her throat as I suck her clit, hard and deep, just the way she likes.
“That’s it,” I growl against her. “Take it. Let me make this pretty pussy sing.”
She’s shaking already, hips grinding against my mouth, fingers buried in my hair like she’s trying to survive it. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she cries out.
