“Not at all. The surprise will be exciting. Boy or girl, they can both wear the jersey I’m going to get to match yours.”
60
BEATRICE
The heat of Everett’s palm burns through me as his lips move against mine.
Why was I so against doing this with him again?
Fire licks through my veins and my core aches, desperate to feel something there.
But Everett hasn’t even attempted to go there.
There’s a part of me that’s impressed and relieved. But there’s another part that’s beyond frustrated.
I need him. I’ve needed him for weeks…months, if I’m being honest with myself.
The fear is still there, but with every glide of his tongue against mine, it’s fading away.
We need to stop; time is ticking. Parker is coming to pick me up so I can spend the afternoon getting ready with the girls at the hotel where tonight’s party is.
But…I really don’t want to.
Why is it that he decided he couldn’t hold back anymore on a day we don’t have to ourselves?
Karma for waiting too long, a little voice says helpfully.
“We should cancel on the party,” he mutters, his face tucked into the crook of my neck.
“We can’t,” I gasp, my back arching and my thighs clenching as he sucks on my skin. “Oh God.”
“You want to, though. Don’t you?”
“Maybe,” I confess.
“We could spend the rest of the day here, or we could take it to the bedroom, and I could spend hours worshipping you. Giving you everything you’ve been denying yourself.”
“Who says I’ve been denying myself of anything?” I ask breathlessly.
He pulls back, and the second his face is free of my neck, I find the cockiest smirk on his lips.
“Of course you have. You haven’t had me since that night.” As he says the words, his hand slides over my stomach, resting there protectively.
“You’re so full of yourself.” I realize my mistake the second his eyes flash with mirth.
“I’d rather you be full of me.”
I roll my eyes.
“You know you want a bit of this,” he teases, rolling his hips against me, letting me feel everything that’s happening in his pants.
God. I do. I want every inch of what he’s rocking down there, but the lingering fear is holding me back from taking it.
Kissing him is one thing. But if he starts doing what he just promised…I’m not sure I’m ever going to be able to come back from that.
One night changed my life in ways I never could have imagined. Would I survive allowing myself to indulge regularly?
“It’s okay,” he whispers, leaning closer and kissing the tip of my nose. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”
