Her lips twisted, and she drew circles on the bottom sheet of the bed with her finger. Her eyes followed her finger. “Maybe next time you could call me when you go out on a job.” She lifted her head just a touch, her eyes pinning on him. “Let me know you’re safe. I worry about you too, you know.”
Brock’s chest tightened, and his throat felt raw. Here he’d been giving her shit for not behaving responsibly enough, meanwhile he could be doing more, too. He nodded stiffly. “Okay.”
Her smile was small but triumphant.
He gave her the side-eye. He needed a distraction, and the way her breasts squished together when she was on her side like that was doing a hell of a job. “Well, now that we’re awake, you want to bang?”
Her eyes brightened, and her smile grew. She scooted across the bed, tossing his pillow to the floor, and looped her leg over his hip. “What did you have in mind?”
Several of Krista’s orgasms later, and with a mildly numb tongue, Brock tossed the covers back again and crawled his way up the bed, his body hovering just over Krista’s. Her eyes were shut and her breathing ragged as she came down from the last climax, a sexy flush rushed across her cheeks, and that wild mane of fire fanned out over her pillow in a curly, honeysuckle-scented arc.
Without even bothering to open her eyes, she spread her legs for him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her softness, a soft hum buzzing from the back of her throat, making his dick harder than granite. Fuck, she was a sexy little thing without even trying.
Brock was just about to slip his dick inside when he stopped and glanceddown between them. The bump was visible, and it gave him pause.
Krista’s eyes slowly blinked open. “What’s wrong?” she asked sleepily.
He grunted. “Your, uh … your belly is kind of in the way.”
Her eyes widened, and she followed his gaze. Then she rolled those baby blues. An act he’d love to take her over his knee for. “Barely,” she said with lack of interest. “I’m fine. Now are we going to fuck? Or can I close my eyes and legs and go back to sleep?”
Brock grunted again. “I don’t want to hurt the baby.”
Another eye roll. Oh, she was on thin ice now. “You won’t.” A little hip shimmy beneath him caused her center to swipe wet heat against the head of his cock. A groan built at the back of his throat.
But he wasn’t having any of it. Doctor’s assurance or not, he wasn’t crushing his kid. Brock rolled to the side. “You were on top earlier. You want to go on top again?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m too exhausted to do the work.”
He snorted, followed by a chuckle.
“Let’s spoon,” he said with a grunt of approval before he tucked himself behind her and helped her roll onto her side.
He was inside her in seconds, his hand snaking over her torso to caress her breasts, pulling and tweaking the nipples until she arched her back, squeezing her internal muscles around him as he pumped. It wouldn’t take him long. And from what he could tell, despite her numerous orgasms moments ago, it wouldn’t take her long, either.
“Come for me,” she panted, pushing her backside into him and squeezing tighter. “Feel that?” Oh yeah, he felt it. She had him in a vice grip. Even if he wanted to pull out, he wasn’t sure he could. “I want you to feel as good as you make me feel,” she said, her voice a ragged whisper. “Feel as full and complete. Take what you need from me. Take everything.”
If he wasn’t seconds away from coming, Brock would have halted and pondered her words a bit more. But he couldn’t. At the moment, her words justspurred him on, drew him closer to the edge. That sweet, luscious heat surrounded him, the wild and sweet scent of her hair, her rocking body. He was a goner. He inhaled deeply, burying his face in her hair, found her earlobe, nipped it and let loose. Not a second later, Krista cried out in front of him, her body going rigid and her pussy pulsing around him as she leapt off the cliff. Brock grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers at the peak of his release. She gripped him tight, her knuckles going white as she rode out her climax.
When they both returned from the bathroom, she snuggled up under the covers, having made sure the distribution of the duvet was closer to fifty-fifty, and then pressed her butt into the crook of his body and reached for his hand.
“What are you doing?” he asked. Sexy time was over. It was sleepy time now. What was her angle?
She yawned. “Cuddling.”
“Oh.”
“Have you never cuddled before?” Her fingers laced with his, just like he’d initiated earlier. Only before they were in the throes of passion, mid-orgasm and mush-brained. The only thing he’d been thinking of was how could he get more of himself inside and on the woman whose scent and touch had gotten so deep down under his skin he found it difficult to breathe when she wasn’t around.
Yeah, no, he wasn’t a goner at all …
She placed his palm against her chest, and her entire body relaxed into him.
“Hmm?” she hummed. “Never cuddled before there, Hart?”
Brock grunted as he shifted behind her, trying to figure out where to put his bottom arm. “Yeah … I guess. We spooned that first night and then when the furnace broke.”
“Exactly.” She snuggled deeper into his warmth. “Tell me about your other relationships. What were they?”
