I sat her down on the edge of the bed to remove her shoes. “Lie back,” I said and watched her scoot up the bed and tuck a pillow behind her head. The ribbon that’d been holding her hair back had come loose and her hair was splayed around her head, making her look like a goddess.
She rose up on her elbows to watch me undress, so I decided to put on a bit of a show, slowly peeling my clothes off. I worried for a second that I looked ridiculous, but from the look on her face, Julia was enjoying herself. The way she bit her lip had my dick threatening to bust through my jeans.
Finally naked, I crawled onto the bed and reached for her, slowly kissing my way up her body and enjoying her writhing on the bed while she moaned my name. All of my focus was on pleasingher. When I reached her apex, I skipped it, kissing and licking everywhere but where she wanted my mouth the most.
She reached for my head, but I dodged her hand. She then gripped the blanket in both hands, her knuckles turning white. Her hips flexed, chasing after me.
“Jake!” She drew my name out in both warning and clear arousal and I grinned. Settling between her thighs, I parted her seam with my thumbs and pressed my tongue to her slit, making her jump and tremble. When she lifted her hips again, I slid my hands under her butt and held her tight, licking and sucking and doing my damnedest to make sure I kept edging her arousal higher and higher without pushing her over the edge.
“More,” she said with a whine, and I doubled down, nipping at her sensitive flesh and licking until she was on the verge of her first orgasm. Inserting two fingers and curling them like a hook, I twisted my hand looking for her g-spot. Finding it, I increased the pressure and used my thumb to rub and press her clit. She tapped her heels on the mattress, her body visibly shaking now.
Blowing hot air on her clit, I continued to apply pressure using both my hand and my mouth until… with a cry, she stiffened, her orgasm slamming into her.
I feasted on her, pumping my hand in and out to draw her orgasm out for as long as possible. When she collapsed on the bed in a contented puddle, I wiped my chin and slid up her body until I was holding my weight above her.
“I liked that,” she whispered.
“What else do you like, Julia?” When she didn’t answer, I moved down her body, kissing first her breasts, then the slight swellof her stomach and her thighs. I looked at her for a moment. Taking her in. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met.
“Come back up here, cowboy,” she invited, reaching for me. “I want you. Inside me. Please, Jake.”
I could deny her nothing, especially when my need to be in her was so overpowering. I forced myself to take my time as I kissed my way back up her body and positioned myself over her. Her hand slipped between us, wrapping around my dick. Her grip was strong as she stroked up my length.
“I thought you…you wanted me in you.” I could barely think, let alone talk, when she was doing that.
She gave me a wide smile. “Just checking to make sure you’re ready.”
“I’m ready, sweetheart. So very ready.” Instead of releasing me, she guided me inside her, which was about the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. Her legs came around my hips, and soon we were kissing and moving together. Our bodies were tightly attuned to each other in ways I’d never experienced with anyone else.
I was not a man prone to flights of fantasy. I’d never even considered the idea of fate. But making love to Julia felt as if we were made for each other.
In the next moments, I lost track of everything but the two of us firmly intertwined. We moved to the beat of our own music, rocking and gliding, each chasing our own pleasure and knowing how much better it would be when we both came.
Julia’s breaths got faster, each exhale shorter and shorter until, with another loud cry, her orgasm rolled through her. Shegripped my dick with her internal muscles so hard, I saw stars. My back bowed and with a shout of my own, my orgasm slammed into me with blinding intensity. I buried my face against her neck and pumped into her, until I was spent and boneless.
TWENTY-TWO
JAKE
Iawoke to an empty bed and cool sheets. Sitting up, I looked around her bedroom, which I hadn’t done before. The walls were what looked like a robin’s egg blue and she had white painted furnishings. Nothing fussy. Crisp and clean. The room suited her.
As I got dressed, I could smell coffee brewing, so I made my way to the kitchen. She must have showered while I slept, which surprised me. I was usually a light sleeper, but it had been late before we closed our eyes.
Her hair was damp and loose, and she had on her usual jeans and work shirt, which didn’t hide the pregnancy-enhanced curves that were starting to show underneath. Curves I’d thoroughly explored during the night.
“Morning,” I drawled, standing in the doorway of her kitchen.
“Good morning.” She smiled at me, and I saw a faint blush on her cheeks. “Breakfast?”
“That’d be nice. Can I help?”
“Pour me a cup of coffee?” she asked, cracking an egg into the cast iron skillet on the stove, which was damn impressive. I’d never been able to successfully cook eggs like that. They always ended up stuck to the pan.
I found two mugs in the cabinet and made her coffee the way she liked it. As I stirred in the cream, I studied her. The very real possibility that I was going to marry her came to me. I’d never felt happier with a woman.
She understood ranching—how time consuming it could be when things were going right and how much worse it could be when things went wrong. I understood her life and her commitments too. Plus, we were having a baby together. Those all seemed like good reasons to get married.
The blush a minute ago and her questions the night before suggested that she was still a little skittish about us, so I’d keep any ideas of marriage to myself for now. I could make plans, though, looking down the road for us. How soon could I convince her to move in with me?
