"Noted," I say, and I plan on listening. But not quite yet.
Using my elbow, I prop myself up, loosening my seat belt the tiniest amount to allow for a little wiggle room. Leaning over, I lower my face and take Hugo into my mouth. Not completely, just enough that I can gather his moisture on my tongue.
Above me, the sound of a heavy exhale.
And then I wrap around him with my lips, one slow release. For good measure.
I pull off and sit back, sending him a satisfied smile. He looks dazed, one hand on the wheel while the otherrubs his jaw. He's still stiff and punching the air, defined ridge and veiny.
Reaching over, I help him back into his jeans. Zip and button. Like it never happened.
He's looking at me, and he shakes his head almost imperceptibly. "You just might be the death of me."
I shrug, rubbing at the corners of my lips. "I was curious. I had to see it."
He breathes an incredulous laugh, taking the turn for Summerhill. He is forced to drive slow, mindful of the employees, the guests.
When we pull up to his house, he says, "Don't move."
Through the windshield I watch him unlock his front door, open it, and leave it open. Then he comes to my side of the car, opens the door, and offers his hand. The second I'm on two feet, he lifts me.
"Wrap your legs around me," he instructs. Once I'm situated, he says, "I expect to have these legs pressed against my head in less than five minutes. Understand?"
I wiggle my core against him, as much as I can with this belly in my way. "Understood."
Hugo walks me into the house, kicks the door closed with his foot. "And I will definitely be paying you back for that little move you pulled in the car."
I capture his mouth, say against his lips, "All part of my master plan."
He marches us into his bedroom, lays me down on the bed. Around the room he treads, lowering the Roman shades. When he turns back to me, his eyes are heated.He stalks forward, to the edge of the bed. Offers me a hand. "Stand up."
Bossy.
I love it.
With my hand in his warm palm, he helps me off the bed. Stands me upright, and takes a step back.
"These sweet little dresses you favor." His eyes rake the length of me. "I like them, too. But right now, I want you naked." He gathers the hem in both hands, and I lift my arms in the air. So eager.
Hugo works the dress over my head. Tosses it across the room. It's just me, my bra and panties, and my belly. For the briefest second I feel shy, and then I decide I don't want to feel that way. This is me. My body as it is right now. If I feel anything less than confident, it will detract from this experience. And I refuse to have a less-than-enjoyable experience with Hugo. This is too important. Too special.
Reaching behind my back, Hugo unclasps my bra. My breasts, swollen and heavy from pregnancy, tumble out. Hugo flings the bra somewhere around the room, eyes glued to me.
"I thought I was going to melt into the dressing room floor that day," he says, standing back to admire me. A low growl rumbles in his throat as his hot gaze swallows me whole. He leans in, wraps a hand around my neck, guiding my mouth up to his. He devours me, pulling at my tongue, sucking it into his mouth. One hand is in my hair, the other riding the length of my body, cupping mybreast. Gently he squeezes, massaging circles. Thumbs my nipple.
I arch into him, moan into his mouth. Wrap my hand around his neck.
He breaks the kiss, moves it lower. Peppering my neck, my collarbone. My chest. Finding my nipple with his tongue. My hands run through his hair, scratch over his scalp.
He lowers himself to his knees. Kisses my belly.
My heart.
His nose presses to the V at the top of my thighs. He inhales deeply, says, "You can't possibly know how often I've thought about spending time down here."
Looking down at his thick head of dark hair, I say, "Me and my lady part are very happy to bring your daydream to fruition."
His chuckle against me is warm. "You think you're so funny, Mallory." He hooks his fingers into the straps on my thighs, pulls my underwear to my ankles in one swift motion. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to me. "Let's see how funny you can be when I make it hard for you to speak."
