I must be the luckiest man alive.
I feel her move against me, mumbling something in her sleep, and I smile as I tuck her more closely into the curve of my body. She’s probably chewing someone out in her dreams.Sassy bitch.I love every inch of her and her attitude. Even though I know I’ll probably never have a simple life. She’s goddamn uncontrollable.
But she’s mine. No doubt about it. If she weren’t, she wouldn’t be here.
I press my lips to the top of her head and breathe in her scent. It’s warm and sexy, mingled with my own. We’re coated in each other. As usual. I don’t think I’ve ever been as interwoven with anyone, and it makes me shudder to think of how close I came to losing her. I know fucking Whitlock’s burning in hell right now. But he nearly took her from me.
Still, she put up a fight. Even strapped down and helpless, she managed to tear a chunk from him. That flap of earlobe is probably still sitting in an evidence bag someplace.
My little hellcat.
I smile again, imagining the damage she could have done if she’d been loose. But then she’d be dead. He’d have killed her for sure. That’s not anything to smile about, for sure. It’s something I don’t even want to think about.
“What’s wrong?” I hear her murmur. She’s awake, looking up at me, and I realize my thoughts must have darkened my face.
“Nothing important.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Sleep well?”
“I always sleep well when I’m with you.” She stretches, and the movement has her body sliding against mine. I’m hard in an instant. Though truth be told, I was probably already halfway there. I don’t know how she does it to me. I’m surprised I don’t have some sort of vitamin imbalance by now, considering how much jizz she demands each day. Even thinking about it, I feel a hand slide down my belly.
“Mmmm…” She smiles up at me, catlike. Her hair is tousled, tumbling into her face. “Is this for me?”
“Always.” My voice grows husky as her hand tightens around me.Jesus.What this woman can do to me. She dips her head and takes my nipple into her mouth. It makes my back arch. Pleasure radiates from where her tongue flicks over me. And then she’s shifting, her face hovering over mine as she straddles me, a hand guiding me into her heat. A sound rumbles from deep in my throat as she slides down to engulf me.
She likes it like this in the mornings. Being on top. Using my body to take her pleasure. It doesn’t bother me. She already has my heart and my soul. The rest is hers to do with as she pleases. And I’m glad it can please. Already her mouth has slackened, her brows drawn together in a tiny frown as she seeks it out.
“Oh, God, you feel good…” she husks out.
I feel a familiar tightening and easing around my shaft. It’s good to know how quickly her body responds to mine. Although I like it just as much when we take it slow. Exploring all the sweet and delectable parts of her. She’s every man’s fantasy playground.
“I’ll never get tired of this.” Her eyes glitter as they lock with mine. Cheeks growing flushed.
“Neither will I.” I reach up to trace the curve of her jawline, dusting the pad of my thumb over her lower lip. She dips her head and sucks it into my mouth, and the slick warmth of her tongue makes something clench in my groin. I pump up instinctively, and her eyes fly wide.
“Oh! Fuck!” Her voice pitches high.
“Too much?” I ease off, feeling myself shuddering with the need to be deeper inside her.
“No! God…I love it… Right there. God! There! That’s the Mateo button.”
“The Mateo button?” I raise an eyebrow, still pumping, as I hold her hips tighter, keeping her on me. Her palms are flat on my chest, her beautiful tits swaying as her breath comes quickly. Tits that are heavier now. God, I love it.
“That…that spot. When you hit it, I… Fuck…I’m gonna come!” She throws her head back and grits her teeth, nails raking down my belly. “Now! I’m coming now!”
Yet again, I can’t take my eyes off her, my hands raising and lowering her as I begin to match the spasms of that sweet pussy that’s leading me to oblivion. Usually, I hold back and watch her, but today I want to ride this wave with her. My own hoarse grunts mingle with the little mewling sounds she makes as another flutter of clenching tightens around me. By the time I get my breath back, she’s watching me intently, sitting on her throne and tracing her fingertip in the pool of stickiness that’s spreading onto my belly.
“Me again?” she grins.
“Us…” I grin back.
“There’s so much of it…if I weren’t already pregnant, I’d swear you put another baby in me.” Laughter rumbles through my chest. She’s so damn visceral.
“Don’t worry. I plan to do that again.”
She blinks down at me.
“Another baby?”
“If you want one. I know I do. A whole bunch of little Andys. Maybe a Mateo or two?” I’m not just saying it. I really do. I have enough love for her and all the children she would bless us with. A family of our own. People to adore without fear. We’ll do it so well. I’ll just have to make sure she doesn’t kill anyone who threatens us. PTA meetings are going to be interesting.
