"Don’t…” I whisper, biting my lip even as I squeeze the hard muscles of his arms, sliding a hand underneath the gray sweater he has on and caressing the skin underneath. Christ, he feels so hot and rugged…so strong. Touching him as I am makes my heart race. "I don’t think I’m ready to watch anything just yet.”
Those blue eyes drop to the hand on his abs before lifting to mine. "And what is it exactly you want to do?” he asks, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and the finger tracing my arm stops. My heart skips a beat when he leans down and brushes his lips over mine. "I know that look in your eyes.”
"What look?”
I feel his smile against my lips. "The look you get when you want me to touch every inch of your skin, then give you that sweet release that only my cock can provide.”
I whimper at his words, my skin heating up sensitively.
“How wet are you,arún?”
"Very,” I breathe before pushing in to deepen the kiss, my pussy clenching painfully with need. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. My hand drops from his abs to his zipper, moaning when I feel the bulge behind his fly lengthen. He gasps into thekiss when I tug down the zipper and grip his cock in my hand, pushing deeper into the kiss as I pump him in long strokes. "Want you, Conor.”
"You have me, baby. Always,” he growls, his hips jerking from my movements. “In whatever way you need me. I’m yours.”
“Then make love to me.”
The words are barely out before Conor breaks contact. He moves lightning fast, shifting to sit beside me on the couch. He guides me to turn away from him, helping me settle back against his chest, my back supported by his broad frame. His hands slide around to cup my belly protectively before traveling lower.
His lips are on mine before I can think, moving over my shoulder, tracing my skin. I’m sobbing with need by the time he tugs down my dress, his mouth nuzzling against my throat.
“Conor!” I sob, arousal flooding me and leaving me an aching mess. I arch against him, seeking that sweet release only he has ever offered me.
Please.
“I want you too, baby,” he breathes into my hair, his hands sliding over my belly to palm my breasts. “There will never be a moment when I don’t want you. Every inch of you. So beautiful. My baby.A rún,Mo chroí.”
And now, it’s more than just my body that’s aching. My heart trembles every time he speaks to me in Gaelic. The same words he spoke three years ago, and nothing has changed. Not the way he looks at me or talks to me. Not the way he treats me either. Almost like I am the most precious thing in his entire life. Hell, he kept his promise about staying by my side, and even when I got pregnant, he didn’t try to halt our adventures. We only stopped five months into the pregnancy, and the decisionto stay a year or two before going back on the road was mine. It didn’t matter to him if we were on the road or in New York, as long as we were together.
And how lucky I am, that I got both after all? The man and the freedom I’ve craved my entire life.
"Make love to me,” I whisper, my words softer. The need to connect with him and feel his heart, body, and soul stronger than it’s ever been. "Make me yours. Again, and again.”
Our eyes meet in the reflection of the darkened TV screen when his cock slips into my wetness, filling me…stretching me. Marking me. My back arches with a sob when he starts moving, his thrusts slow and deep, angled perfectly for my comfort..
“I love you, Ari.”
We move in a practiced dance, and when I finally climax, the world shifts from under me. I cry out, clenching hard around his cock as pleasure shoots from the top of my head to my toes, leaving me breathless. And only then, does he follow.
***
Conor
“What movie did you want to watch?”
Arianna murmurs something about letting me pick before nuzzling into me and burying her face in the arm acting as a pillow for her head. I smile as I reach for the remote, ready to start our nightly tradition of cuddles and movies when Arianna suddenly goes stiff against me.
“Oh God… Oh!
Her alarmed voice sends me into a panic as I quickly sit up and look down at her. “What’s wrong?”
“My…I…ouch!” She winces, grabbing my arm to pull herself up so I quickly place a hand on her back and help her sit up. “I… Conor, ouch. I think my water just broke!”
“What!” My eyes drop to her lap and gasp when I see the wet spot on her dress, and the pained look on her face is enough to send me panicking. “Shit, sorry, I’ll…crap… Hospital.”
“Good idea,” she says with a pained laugh.
Somehow, it’s a blur, but I manage to grab Arianna’s maternity bag and carry her to the car without going into shock. Hearing her groan in pain the entire ride to the hospital breaks my fucking heart, and for some reason, I am transported back to that night three years ago when I realized she was alone with a stalker.
