“Right back at you.” I move her toward the bed, my hands skimming down to her hips. She’s in a simple white bra and panties, nothing fancy, but she’s never looked more perfect. “God, Piper. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She moves the covers and scoots back against the headboard, those hazel eyes blown wide with need in a way that will haunt my dreams for years to come if I’m lucky. “Lose the pants, Barlowe.”
I grin and comply, kicking off my shoes and shucking the dress pants Ian loaned me. When I’m down to my boxer briefs, I notice her gaze drop, lingering on the undeniable evidence of how much I want her.
“See something you like?” I ask.
“Maybe.” She bites her lower lip, a motion that goes straight to my dick. “Come here.”
I climb onto the bed and settle between her legs. She reachesbehind her back and unhooks her bra, tossing it aside, and my brain momentarily forgets how to form words. Her breasts seem even fuller than the last time, and when I cup one, she arches into my touch.
“Sensitive,” she breathes. “Everything’s more?—”
“Tell me if there’s anything you don’t like.” I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peaked flesh. She gasps, and her hands thread through my hair, which I take as encouragement.
I worship her gorgeous breasts, alternating between gentle licks and firmer suction, until she’s squirming beneath me. Then I kiss my way down her stomach, pausing when I reach the slight swell that I can now see and feel.
Our baby growing inside her.
The thought makes my pulse thunder in my ears as I pause to press a kiss just below her navel.
“Are you having second thoughts?” There’s a thread of uncertainty under the teasing lilt to her voice.
I look up and find her watching me with wide eyes. “Not even a little,” I say, placing my hand over the slight curve of her belly. “This just makes you more beautiful.”
She lifts off the bed and kisses me hard, and it feels like she’s trying to tell me something she doesn’t have words for yet.
I kiss back just as fiercely, then work my way down again, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties to drag them down her legs. She raises her hips to help, and when she’s bare, I take a moment to savor the fucking perfection spread like a feast before me.
She lets out a husky laugh. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”
“Let me look, Hart.” I spread her thighs wider. “I want to see what I’m about to taste.”
“Oh,” she breathes as I lower my head and drag my tongue through her folds, groaning at what is quickly becoming my favorite flavor—Piper Hart. She’s sweet and salty andperfect.
Almost immediately, her hips buck up as she cries out, and I move to nuzzle her inner thigh until she’s still again.
“Easy,” I murmur against her skin. “This is a marathon, not a sprint.”
I take my time, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue, then flicking against it rapidly until her thighs start to tremble. She’s already drenched when I slide two fingers inside her, her inner walls clenching around me.
Christ, I could live between her thighs. I slow down just to draw it out and keep her right on the edge with me. If she’d let me, I’d spend hours and even days making her fall apart. There’s nowhere else I want to be.
“Felix—oh god—” Her hands twist in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make my scalp tingle. “I’m?—”
“Come for me, Piper,” I command, then seal my lips around her clit and suck.
Her back arches off the bed as she shatters, calling out my name like it’s the only word that matters. I work her through it, gentling my movements as the aftershocks roll through her. Her thighs twitch against my shoulders, and I press a kiss to the inside of one and then the other. The tremors slowly ease beneath my lips, but I don’t pull away until her breathing starts to even out and her fingers loosen their grip in my hair.
When I finally lift my head, she’s watching me with heavy-lidded eyes and the kind of blissed-out smile that undoes me more than a little. I crawl up her body, loving how thoroughly wrecked she looks with her hair spread across the pillow, lips parted, and a gorgeous flush coloring her chest.
“So fucking beautiful,” I repeat, lying back on the pillow next to her.
“Yeah, well, it’s your turn,” she says, biting that lower lip again as she reaches for my boxer briefs.
I let her strip them off me, and my cock springs free.She wraps one hand around me, and I hiss at the contact. Then nearly lose my mind when she dips her head and takes me in her mouth.
“Piper—” Her name tears out of me.
