Adrenaline rushes through me as I realize that he’s not finished. He’s just getting started.
Ransome crawls onto the L-shaped couch behind me and rolls me onto my side. It’s kind of the only way we can do it anymore, with how far along I am. But don’t be fooled. Sex from the side-slash-behind is no joke.
He slides one leg between mine and then thrusts himself up inside of me, deep enough to make us both gasp.
“Too much?”
He’s asking because I’m carrying his child. But right now, I don’t want him to stop.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Okay,” he whispers gruffly before moving my hair to the side and kissing my neck. Then his hips begin to grind against mine.
At first it’s a slow ebb and flow. I let out a breath as he grunts, his hand on my hip while he glides in and out of me. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, looking down at me. “Fucking gorgeous.”
I smile as I breathe in and out with each thrust, never wanting it to end and yet, needing so much more. Ransome buries his face in my neck with a groan. “Ya tebya lyublyu,” he whispers.
“Does that mean—” I ask.
“I love you.”
He says the words again and again. It takes my breath away.
He loves me. Ransome loves me. He loves me so much and he’s not going to leave me, not today, not tomorrow, not ever again.
Because he’s going to marry me.
His hips pick up the pace. He drives himself deeper and deeper inside of me, claiming a piece of me with every thrust. “Ransome…” I whisper.
He grabs my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. “I know,” he says. “I need you too.”
“Make me come,” I beg.
“Yes, Miss Parker.”
He speeds up the rhythm until we are both gasping and crying out. Until our orgasms wash over us.
Once we remember how to breathe, Ransome pulls out and relaxes on his side. I use what little energy I have left in me to roll onto my other side to face him.
Ransome’s softness is something I rarely get to see. Something I’d always hoped was there under that hard surface somewhere. And right now, it’s still there. As we lay naked together, exposed in every way, the sunlight pours through the windows and covers us like a blanket.
“What are you thinking?” he asks as he plays with a lock of my hair.
“I’m thinking…” I tease him with a pause before finishing. “I love you too.”
He treats me to another smirk and a kiss.
39
AMARA
“I’m so glad we did this,” I say as I look down at my Fitbit to see how many steps we’ve taken.
Electra and I are jogging around Central Park, something I haven’t done in ages. It’s honestly a little more of a fast walk for me, considering how pregnant I am, but I think it’s the effort that counts.
“Really?” Electra takes a swig of her water bottle. “Because I was about to ask what made us think it was a good idea.”
But I just laugh. I am in a good mood. A very good mood. Ever since Ransome told me he’s going to divorce Jenica, I’ve been pinching myself wondering if I’m going to wake up. As it turns out, I am awake and it’s all very much real. The only catch is it has to remain a secret. I can’t talk to anyone about it. I can’t talk to Electra about any of it in general.
