“Pregnancy hormones?” he asked, sounding confused.
“Well, this is slightly awkward,” I laughed. “Um, pregnancy hormones sometimes send a woman’s sex drive into overdrive.”
He sucked in a sharp breath. When I glanced up at him, he was staring at me with an almost feral look in his eyes. And his hard cock was making my mouth water.
“Avery, I don’t think this is a good idea.” He took a step back, and when the backs of his legs hit the sofa, I rose to my feet and planted my hands on his chest. With one firm shove, he went down, and I climbed on top of him.
“I do,” I said before I covered his mouth with mine.
His hands came up and threaded through my hair while I devoured his mouth. His fingers tightened, and he gently pulled my head back, breaking the kiss.
“Not like this,” he breathed. Before I could argue, he stood with me in his arms and started for the stairs. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“The door at the end of the hall,” I mumbled against his neck. I couldn’t get enough of him. He smelled divine and tasted even better.
He kicked the door closed and carefully placed me on the bed before he climbed over me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said softly.
I looked away from him and shook my head. “I’m—”
He stopped my words by capturing my lips in a soft kiss that quickly intensified. He carefully pulled my top over my head and tossed it to the floor. I was a little uncomfortable because we’d only had sex in the dark and he could see all of me with the light streaming in from my bedroom window.
My insecurities vanished when his hands cupped my breasts and he rubbed his thumbs over my extremely sensitive nipples. I moaned loudly, causing him to grin. He lowered his head and flicked one with his tongue while he continued to pass his thumb over the other. My nipples had always been sensitive, but they were a hair-trigger when I was pregnant.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged.
I felt him smile against my skin before he moved to the other side. I was writhing beneath him and shamelessly grinding myself on his thigh.
All too soon, he released my nipple. I wanted to cry out in frustration, but he didn’t give me a chance. He quickly removed my shorts and panties, and then he was on his stomach between my legs. With his hands holding my thighs wide open, he slowly licked the length of my center. Over and over again, until I was ready to explode.
“Please, please, please,” I chanted.
He rose to his knees and shoved his boxer briefs down his legs. He came down on top of me and froze. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“What?” I gasped somewhat frantically.
“My wallet’s downstairs.”
“So?”
“Condom,” he said simply.
“I’m already pregnant,” I stated.
“I’m clean.”
“Me, too.”
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yes! Please, just—” My words morphed into a sigh of contentment when he slid his length into me. “Yes,” I breathed when he started to move.
His movements were slow and controlled, almost restrained. “You won’t hurt me or the baby,” I said softly.
“I know,” he said and kissed me as he continued his gentle pace.
He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine. With his intense gray eyes locked on mine, we reached our climaxes together. And I knew, once again, everything had changed.
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