His expression changed, and he looked absolutely devastatingly handsome.
Amos rumbled, “Or we can see if the universe thinks we should be together. If you get pregnant, you have to marry me.”
My mouth dropped open, and I couldn’t even speak. I just nodded and gripped him tighter, pulsing my hips towards him.
Our eyes were locked on each other, and I suddenly knew this was more than just sex.
Amos Nelson was about to make love to me.
And when he finally pushed inside me, it was slow and deep and so full of intention that my heart cracked open.
The slide of our bodies with no barriers between us was perfection. I’d never felt more connected to the man.
He moved in long, unhurried strokes that built steadily, watching me the whole time, open and unguarded in a way I’d never seen on him before.
“Shelly,” he murmured as his strokes built, our bodies discovering each other again after far too long apart. “I think I…”
The feel of his cock inside me was heaven, and all I wanted was for this moment to last forever. No man had ever held me like this, attuned my body to his.
Making love to Amos was going to destroy me and the last remnants of my heart.
It was on the tip of my tongue to whisper out,Don’t leave me. Stay with me forever.
But I didn’t know how to give voice to those words.
So I pulled him closer and tried to tell him with my body instead.
He may have understood because he buried himself deeper until we were no longer two separate creatures. We joined together as one, and I didn’t think we’d ever be able to split back into two again.
My second orgasm built, slow and inevitable.
But this time it wasn’t the frantic fuck of our first night together.
It was love.
It was need.
It was surrender.
I love you, Amos Nelson. I love you.
Then I crested and clenched around him, crying out with all the heat and hunger in my heart.
He groaned against my throat and lost his careful rhythm, his hips snapping forward as he followed me over the edge, his whole body shuddering as he spilled into me with a ragged, helpless sound.
We lay tangled together afterward, both breathing hard, neither of us moving.
After a moment, Amos lifted his head. “Shell.”
“Yeah?”
Then he looked at me with the most sincere eyes I had ever seen on him, stripped of every trace of swagger or performance, and said quietly, “If I didn’t get you pregnant, can I keep trying until I do?”
He held my gaze. He didn’t laugh, didn’t wink, didn’t give me anything to hide behind.
I had absolutely no idea if he was joking, but I was suddenly certain he wasn’t.
Not after the risk we’d just taken.
