Her breath caught. The mention of Wyatt sparked the possessive current I’d been running on for days, and the grin I pressed against her throat was not the kindest version.
“You did that on purpose,” she whispered.
“Did what?”
“The sparring. The dare. All of it. You wanted him to see.”
“I wanted you to see.”
My hands slid under her jacket, under her shirt, palms flat against the warm skin of her waist. The bump pressed against my stomach and the three heartbeats beneath it accelerated at my touch.
“But if he happened to notice, I’m not complaining.”
Mira grabbed my jaw and kissed me with the accumulated force of weeks of restraint shattering at once. My hands tightened onher waist and I kissed her back with everything I’d been holding since the rejection. I pulled her closer, dominating the kiss, my tongue claiming her mouth as I lifted her against the smooth rock by the water’s edge.
My shirt came off first. Her fingers traced the tattoos down my chest, following the lines she’d memorized and her touch sent a current straight through me that made my cock strain against my pants. I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one of mine, my other sliding down to cup her breast through her thin top.
“These,” she murmured, tracing the ink below my collarbone. “I’ve been thinking about these.”
“Yeah?”
“Every night you weren’t beside me.”
Fuck. My restraint evaporated.
I released her hands only to yank her top over her head, exposing her swollen breasts, heavy with the pregnancy that made her even more irresistible. I latched onto one nipple with my mouth, sucking hard while my hand kneaded the other, drawing a gasp from her that echoed softly over the stream.
She arched into me, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I switched to the other nipple, biting gently before soothing with my tongue.
My hand trailed down over the curve of her belly, pausing to press my palm flat against the skin where our children grew.
“Don’t you dare get sentimental,” she warned.
“Too late.” I kissed the top of her belly. Then lower. “But I can multitask.”
I pushed down her pants as I knelt before her. The grass was soft under my knees. Her panties were soaked, and I tore them aside without ceremony, exposing her glistening pussy.
“God, Mira, you’re dripping for me.” I spread her legs wider, hooking one over my shoulder to open her fully. “Fucking missed eating you out, love. I need to taste you again.”
My tongue dove in first, lapping at her folds, tasting her sweetness mixed with the faint salt of the air. She moaned, her hands gripping the rock behind her for support. I sucked on her clit, flicking it with my tongue until her thighs trembled.
I slid two fingers inside her and her whole body clenched around them. The angle was different, so I curled my fingers forward, found the spot that made her thighs shake, and worked it relentlessly.
The radio on her belt crackled.
Mira’s whole body went rigid. My fingers stilled inside her, my mouth hovering against her clit, breath hot on her swollen flesh.
“Mira.”Thiago’s voice, tinny through the speaker.“Status report. You’ve been off-grid.”
Her hand fumbled for the radio. I watched her with my chin resting against her inner thigh, two fingers still buried in herpussy, and the devil in me curled them forward against the spot that made her legs shake.
Her eyes went wide. She pressed the transmit button.
“All clear.” Her voice came out tight, controlled, and I rewarded her composure by pressing my tongue flat against her clit. Her free hand slammed down on my head, nails digging into my scalp. “Just... scouting the perimeter.”
“Copy. Report back in ten.”
The radio went silent. Mira looked down at me with murder in her mismatched eyes.
