I move behind her, my hands spanning her hips. "Sloane, I need you to know—I haven't been with anyone else. Got a physical last month, everything's clear."
"Good." Her voice is strained, and she starts ripping off her clothes, revealing so much golden brown skin I’m actually drooling. "Now please?—"
"Use your words."
"Fuck me. Now. Please."
I hook my fingers in her panties, dragging them down. She kicks them off impatiently. She's naked and on her knees and the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
My sweatpants hit the floor. I stand behind her, one hand steadying her hip, the other guiding myself to her entrance.
"You sure?" I ask one more time.
"Tucker, I swear to God?—"
I slide into her in one long thrust.
She gasps, her back arching, her hands fisting in the sheets. I freeze, terrified I've hurt her.
"Don't stop," she breathes. "Don't you dare stop."
I don't stop.
I fuck her the way she asked—fast and hard and desperate, like our very first time together. My hands grip her hips, probably too tight, but she's pushing back against me, meeting every thrust. The sounds she's making are going to live in my head forever—little gasps and moans and my name, over and over.
"Tucker. Tucker. Oh God, Tucker?—"
She comes, her whole body shaking, clenching around me and I didn’t even touch her. It’s so fucking hot that I follow seconds later, burying myself deep and spilling inside her, my vision going white at the edges.
I slump forward, careful not to crush her, my forehead resting against her back. Her skin is hot, slick with sweat. Her breathing is ragged.
I should move. Should give her space. Should say something.
But all I can think is: How am I ever going to stop wanting this?
I press a kiss to her spine, right between her shoulder blades. She shivers.
"You okay?" I ask quietly.
"Yeah." Her voice is soft, sated. "More than okay."
I ease out of her carefully and help her roll onto her side. She curls up immediately, one hand on her belly, her eyes heavy-lidded.
I lie down beside her, not touching but close. Close enough that I can see the freckles on her shoulder, the way her curls are tangled and wild, the satisfied smile playing at her lips.
"That was—" she starts.
"Yeah." I look at the rounded globe of her stomach, knowing half of my heart is inside there. I can’t resist the urge to touch, so I rest my hand there gently. “Is this okay?”
She purrs and nods, so I rub and hold her. And I feel … like everything in my life has been pointing to this. All my fucking around, partying, letting myself be the irresponsible Stag child…all of it has led to this perfect moment with this woman and these babies I can’t wait to meet.
Sloane pushes up on one arm and meets my gaze. “We should probably talk about?—"
"Later," I say. "Just... let me look at you for a minute."
Something passes between us. Something bigger than sex, bigger than co-parenting, bigger than any of the boundaries we've tried to maintain.
But I don't say it. Don't push.
