I feign a long sigh. “Ah, what a hardship.”
Chuckling, he rolls onto his back. Then he helps me out of my panties and guides me to straddle his head.
The moment I settle against his mouth, he hums, the vibration of the sound ratcheting up my need. “Fuck, baby girl, I missed this.” With that incredible tongue, he tastes me, dips inside me, teases me, winding me higher and higher, all without coming up for air.
Within minutes, I’m writhing, riding his face, babbling, “Oh my god. Right there. Yes. Fuck.” I grab the headboard and grind against him.
It only spurs him on further. He wraps his hands around my thighs and pulls me closer, if that’s possible.
When he does that little twist against my clit, my vision goes spotty and all rational thought flees.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he growls against me. “Give me what I want.”
He curls his fingers inside me, and I detonate, cresting a wave I can’t possibly ride.
I fall forward, hands splayed on the headboard, panting for breath.
All the while, he continues working me over, his fingers digginginto my thighs as he holds me down on top of him, forcing me to enjoy every delicious second of pleasure.
I’m still panting, my vision still blurry, when he drags me down his body and swipes his tongue into my mouth.
Tasting myself on his lips is intoxicating. Mind-altering.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you so damn much, Savannah. So fucking much. Don’t ever leave me, please.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Desperate for more of him, I sit up, take him in hand, and line him up with my entrance.
“Wait,” he says into my mouth.
At the hesitation in his voice, I pull back.
His eyes bounce back and forth between mine, a crease between his brows. “Are you still on the shot?”
I shake my head. “I stopped a few months ago. When you wrote the article about going to the doctor.”
He lunges up and kisses me again. It’s a thank-you. An acknowledgment that all along, we’ve both been working toward the same thing. “I can put a condom on if you want.”
My heart flutters at his thoughtfulness. “No.”
“Really?”
“I mean, I would rather not have ahugebelly on our wedding day,” I cringe, though the expression is a teasing one. “But I want a baby with you. So much. And ya know, you’re not getting any younger.”
He pinches the skin at my hip. “Brat.”
With a sigh. I bend down and kiss him.
“We’ll do it this summer,” he says against my mouth.
I pull back a few inches. “Do what?”
“Get married. Where do you want to do it?”
My heart trips over itself as I take in the serious look on his face. “This summer is like two months away.”
He tips his head back and groans. “Ugh. I don’t think I can wait that long. What about next month?”
