“The good news is I don’t think we need them anymore.” I leave my jeans and shirt in a heap on the floor and practically dive into her bed like it’s a swimming pool.
Violet laughs, and I climb under the blankets with her, for the first time in days able to look at her body and let mine fully respond.
She’s okay.
She’s not sick.
She wants this.
She wants me.
“You’ll let me know if we need to stop?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Worst-case, I’ll put my head over the side and puke on the floor.”
I shake my head. “You’re a nut, Violet James.”
“You’re amazing, Johnny Butcher.” She reaches for my beard and strokes the hairs, trailing a finger along my lower lip. “I dreamed of you every night. I’m falling in love with you, Shadow. Is that stupid?”
I chuckle. “Probably. But if that’s the case, then I’m stupid too.”
I reach for her hair and weave my fingers through the strands, wrapping them around my hand and tugging lightly. “What do you want, baby?” I ask her. “How do you wanna come?”
“Every way,” she sighs.
I kiss her for the first time since we said goodbye a month ago. My lips graze hers lightly, but overcome with need, I can’t hold back. I devour her mouth, plunging my tongue inside. She moans low in her throat and kisses me back while scrambling to straddle me.
I sit on the bed with my back to the headboard and kiss her while she angles her body on top of mine. We kiss, and I cup her breasts, wondering briefly about how much this wicked, sexy body is going to change over the next few months.
The idea of fucking my woman, my woman, while she’s carrying my child sends my dick into overdrive. I’m hard and throbbing, desperate for release with just a few kisses.
Fuck, I’ve missed her. I’ve missed her more than I knew, more than I could accept. It’s like a craving you learn to tolerate until finally you get to have that thing—that precious thing that comes from outside you and yet somehow makes you feel more like yourself than you do without it.
“I love you, Violet,” I pant against her mouth. “I love you.”
“Show me,” she says. “Say it as much as you want, but don’t forget to show me.” She lifts herself up a little and feeds me one of her nipples. “I love you too. Now, please, for the love of God, fuck me.”
I willingly do, drawing her thick, hard nipple all the way into my mouth. I swirl the tip of my tongue against her peak and feel her throw her head back as the pleasure courses through her.
“So good,” she whimpers. “Harder, babe. Harder.”
I obey her demand, clamp her nip between my teeth, and lightly bite down.
She squeals but leans into me, pressing her chest to my face. “More,” she begs. “Oh my God, that feels so good. It’s even more sensitive. I can’t…”
She’s panting and sighing, moaning and tearing her fingers through my hair.
“Good, baby. Good.” I mumble against her breast, the tender skin so, so soft where my hands cup her. I grip her tits together and spread my attention between both nipples, scraping with my beard and licking, sucking until a mottled flush climbs across her chest.
“It hurts,” she pants. “I want you so bad, it’s like my body aches for you.”
“Is this too much?”
“No.” She opens her green eyes wide and stares at me. “Don’t you dare stop. I need more, Shadow. Give me everything.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I release her breasts and reach between her legs to stroke her wet pussy.
“Suck your juices off me,” I tell her, waiting for her to open her mouth for me.
