He knew the exact moment she was on the edge because her breathing shifted and her eyes closed tight. She was trying to hold off.
Not gonna happen. He grazed her cheek with his lips before setting his mouth to her ear.
“Come for me, honey.”
One more swipe of her clit, and she arched and screamed, her walls clenching his cock. Throbbing around him.
Fuck.
He kept circling her clit with his thumb, wanting more from her. Wanting to stretch out this moment.
But he made a mistake. He lifted his head and looked at her.Reallylooked at her. He saw the loss of control. The way she gave herself to him so completely.
Two more thrusts and that was it. He tipped over the edge. He growled as he broke, dropping his temple to the crook of her neck.
He kept thrusting until everything he had was hers, with nothing left. Then there was stillness. He didn’t want to move. Being inside her, a part of her, made the moment so intimate. But eventually, he knew he needed to move.
He found her mouth again, pressing one more kiss to her lips before gently lifting and dropping beside her.
She snuggled into his side, and damn, she fit so well. Neither of them said anything, but they didn’t need to. They both felt it. The importance of this moment. This was what they’d both been trying to work their way back to. It hadn’t been easy. It had been fuckinghard. But they were here now, and he wasn’t letting anything tear them apart again.
CHAPTER 18
Callie ran her finger over the small scar on Lock’s stomach. It was new, but everything else about him was familiar. The feel of his warm skin against her cheek. The hum of his soft breaths as he slept.
The morning sun had just slipped through the gap in the curtains, telling her it was time to get up. But she didn’t want to. She wanted to remain exactly where she was, head against Lock’s chest, leg slung over his body while memories of the previous night played over in her mind.
The kisses…the touches. She closed her eyes, letting everything that had passed between them sink inside her.
Over the last couple years, she’d tried to tell herself that she was fine. Maybe even happy. But being here, with him, she knew that wasn’t true. She’d been surviving. Getting through life one day at a time, trying to force herself to forget.
“Keep stroking me like that and I’m not sure we’ll ever make it out of this bed.”
Her lips twitched at Lock’s deep, rumbly voice. She should have known he was awake. He’d always had this freaky ability to wake at any small movement or sound.
She looked up to see him watching her closely, his eyes dark and intense and focused solely on her. “How long have you been awake?”
“A while. I knew the second you woke.”
The sneak. “So you’ve just been lying there, not saying anything and letting me touch you?”
“Mm-hmm. It’s been torture. I think I deserve a reward.” He rolled them and nuzzled her neck.
She laughed, grabbing at his shoulders as his lips moved over her skin. Jesus, she was getting hot and bothered already.
When he raised his head, the smile only lasted another second before it slipped.
“What is it?” she asked, frowning.
“Will you tell me something?”
Why did she get a pit in her belly at that question? “Sure.”
“How did you feel when you found out you were pregnant?”
Her lips parted in an “o.” Nope, she certainly hadn’t thought he’d askthat. “Honestly? I was excited because I knew I loved you, but I was also scared.”
“Why were you scared?”
