He groaned when I eased him into my mouth, inch by inch, stroking him at his base. He took a fistful of my hair into his hands, thrusting. I swirled my tongue against his length, applying, then releasing, pressure. Teasing him over and over.
His thrusting intensified and I prepared to swallow himdown, but then he pulled away. “No, you don’t,” he growled. “I’m saving it. I’m going to slide into you as I come.”
Loving the sound of that, I lowered a hand to my slick pussy and stroked my sensitive clit. Eager to take him in. It didn’t take much more of me sucking and slurping before he was ready to explode.
Flipping me over, he nudged my thighs apart, gripped my hips, and plunged into my slick folds. The sudden twitching of his cock uncoiled the mounting pressure inside me, and then I, too, was coming. My insides clutched around him, and I bit into his skin as an eruption of warmth filled me to the core. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him close, rubbing my stiff nipples against his chest. Hot friction. We moved as one, our gasps of pleasure echoing off the walls.
He didn’t stop thrusting after he emptied himself into me. Unlike human men, vampires didn’t need a break after coming. He wasn’t finished with me yet, and I was more than happy to give him more.
28
Isat up in bed with Robert’s arm curled protectively around my midriff.
I must have drifted off after our marathon lovemaking. Despite the nap, I was still exhausted. I’d probably need a few days to recuperate from the emotional turbulence of being kidnapped, starved, informed that I’d been impregnated by a vampire, nearly killed, and rescued by a teenaged grandfather I didn’t even know I had. You’d think I’d finally give up and accept that there was always going to be turbulence in my life, but apparently I was stubborn.
I made a move to get up, having to pee something fierce. Robert’s—myfiancé’s,though I was still amazed tothink of him as such—grip tightened around my waist like he was worried the Nolans would come creeping back into the house and kidnap me all over again. Vampires didn’t typically sleep during the night. Robert was snoozing deeply, so I deduced the sun must have come up. I thanked my lucky stars that we’d drifted off in his sleeping chamber and not anywhere else in the house, with all its large windows, unlikely as it was that Robert would ever let that happen. At his age, he could sense when thesun was about to come up as much as he could see it in the skyline.
Without much success, I wriggled a hand up and tried to extract his arm from my body. I’d almost forgotten the stunning engagement ring on my finger. Grinning, I held my hand up so the lovely yellow diamond would catch the light of the nightstand lamp that had been left on.
“It reminded me of the sun, which is why I chose it,” Robert said, startling me. “The jeweler said it’s a radiant cut. I went out on a limb. You’re sure you like it?”
I provided him an incredulous look. “How could I not? It’s positivelygorgeousand exactly what I’d pick out for myself.” I curled my hand around the back of my vampire fiancé’s head and pulled him close for a kiss. As I got up to use the bathroom, I added over my shoulder, “But I’d marry you even if you’d given me a ring made of twine.”
When I returned to bed, Robert raised his eyebrows. “So, you want me to return the ring, then? We might have some twine out in the garage.” He gave my ring a tug to show that he was teasing.
I pulled my hand away. “Well, you already got it, so IguessI’ll have to keep it.”
“You’re so far away,” Robert said, pulling me closer. While he was at it, he gave me a few kisses.
“How long have you had this—the ring?”
“I got it right after we returned from Bali, though I knew I wanted to marry you since our night at Locomotive.”
“Really? Our first date?”
“Yes, my love.”
I wouldn’t have believed him had I not also fallen in love with him on the same night. Sometimes, when you know, you know.
I asked, “When do you want to do it? The ceremony?”
“When would you like?”
“Okay, I know this is old-fashioned . . .”
Robert sat up. “You, old-fashioned? Since when? Usually, you’re the one accusingmeof being out of touch.”
“Maybe you’re starting to rub off on me, you old fuddy-duddy.”
“Perish the thought,” he said melodramatically.
“Anyway,” I continued, “Right after I got the news about being pregnant, I couldn’t help thinking about how the last two generations of women in my family had babies out of wedlock. I’m not looking down on Tilly and my mother, since I’m pretty much in the same boat . . .”
“But?”
“Maybe it would be nice if we tried something different.”
His brows winged up. “You’d like to be married before the baby comes?”
