He kissed her mouth, softly, reverently. “It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” The word whispered against his mouth. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed against him. They stood like that, his hands on the sides of her tummy, their foreheads together, noses side by side, just breathing in each other. Then Krissa shifted her mouth closer to his and he took it in a long, hungry kiss.
They moved to the bed, and he laid her gently down on the simple white duvet. It puffed up around her, and she laid there, dark hair spread beneath her head, all smooth glowing skin, shiny eyes and captivating smile. He studied her as he undid the buttons of his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans as he did. His eyes wandered over the slender curve of her arms, the shadows between her legs, the way her small toes curled into the duvet, tugging something inside him as always. Then he stepped out of jeans, socks and underwear, shed his shirt. He lay down beside her, hand on her belly, elbow bent, his head propped on his hand.
Luminous green eyes turned to him.
“How should we do this?” Was being on top of her okay?
“I don’t know.” She bit her lip. “I haven’t had sex since this baby was conceived, so…I’m not sure how it works.”
He sucked in a breath. “It was that night in Los Angeles,wasn’t it?”
She nodded, watching him.
“I’m glad. I’m glad it was just the two of us.”
“Me, too.”
He pressed his face between her breasts, breathed in her peachy scent, then kissed the inside curve of each full breast. When he kissed a nipple, she drew in a sharp breath. “Oh.”
He lifted his head. “Okay?”
“Mmm. My nipples are sensitive. And…”
“What?”
“They’ve been…um…leaking a little bit.”
He swallowed. He stared down at the puckered nipples, bigger, darker pink, beautiful. “Can I…”
“Yes.” Her hands went to his head. “I want you to.”
He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked, rubbed his tongue over it. She tasted so sweet and her whimpers told him she loved what he did to her. He moved to the other nipple, tasted it too, played with it with his mouth while his fingers plucked at the other, tested the weight of her breast, squeezed it gently.
“That feels so good.” Her fingers sifted through his hair. Her body twitched and writhed against him. “So good.”
He drew back to study her nipples after his attention, now even redder and stiffer and he watched in fascination as tiny white droplets slowly formed on the tips. “Oh, God.” Krissa lifted her head to look at herself.
“That’s what I mean,” she murmured.
A fist squeezed his throat and his heart thumped hard. “Do you want to be on top?”
She gazed up at him. “I don’t know. I think it’s okay if you are.”
He moved over her and she reached for his cock, long, hard and throbbing. Her hands on him felt sublime, soft yet firm, stroking him in long pulls that sent pleasure lickingover his skin.
“Inside me. Please.”
“Yeah.” He let her guide him into her, felt her wetness, then her heat surrounded the head of his cock. Hot velvet, squeezing him. A low, rough sound tore from his throat. He held his weight on his elbows and really, she wasn’t that big, he just straightened his arms a bit to hold his body higher. She parted her legs wider, and he pushed into her in. The air ripped out of his lungs.
“Krissa, oh, God.”
“I know.” Her hands clutched his ass, pulled him deeper. “Fuck me, Nate.”
His groans mingled with her sighs as their bodies came together, perfect, easy and right. He surged into her, their connection intimate, joining not just their bodies but their hearts and their souls. Something touched him inside, a searing, exquisite sensation that he recognized as love. Something he thought he’d never feel again. And at that moment he knew he’d never felt this kind of love before. An overwhelming desire to protect and take care of her and their child, to be with them forever, made his eyes sting.
It hurt. Love hurt. It hurt like hell to think he’d found that kind of love with her, and lost her. He wasn’t even sure if she’d been his to lose, yet he’d known she had feelings for him, too, after that night in L.A. It made him wonder why he was so grateful to her for ripping open those old wounds, for letting him feel the pain he’d managed to avoid for years. And now he knew why.
