I couldn’t look away, not from her face or her tits bouncing beneath her paper gown or her hips flexing and moving with every stroke.
She was almost there. And because I was an impatient bastard—that, and I knew that we were working on borrowed time—Idropped my head forward, capturing her nipple through the thin gown.
“Oh, fuck.” She moaned. “I’m coming.”
“Good girl,” I gritted against her tit.
Her body arched off the table, her palms flattening hard against the wall as her orgasm tore through her. I pressed my free hand over her mouth, swallowing the cry that broke from her throat.
When I looked up, her head was thrown back, her whole body shuddering as pleasure crashed over her.
It took several long moments for her to come back down. And when she finally sagged against the table, the tension easing from her body, I pulled my fingers free. She gasped when I sucked them clean, licking them thoroughly the same way I longed to lick her pussy.
That would have to wait for later.
The ultrasound machine was still whirring, and we had maybe another thirty seconds before we risked getting caught. I tucked her gown back into place, trying—and failing—to ignore the way her pussy glistened.
I cupped her face, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and she had the sated, content expression of a woman well-fucked.
I couldn’t help the smug smile that spread across my face.
She laughed softly. “Careful, your ego is showing.”
“It's not my fault you’re gorgeous when you come.”
My thumbs swept over her cheekbones, and I memorized the sight of her like this—messy, glowing, and mine.
“So . . . ,” she started, her voice softer now, a hint of pink creeping up her neck. “Where do we go from here?”
A slow, knowing grin tugged at my mouth. I leaned in, letting my lips brush her ear. “We go to my place,” I told her. “Because I’m not finished with you yet, kitten—not even close.”
Dani
Iwas never going to look at a doctor’s office the same way ever again. I had already been teetering on the edge of lust and logic for weeks now, but seeing Brooks watch our daughter flicker to life on that ultrasound screen had officially broken me.
Fuck logic. And fuck me, too.
We barely said a word on the drive back to his place, both of us strung tight, buzzing with excitement for what was still to come.
And come . . . and come and come.
Brooks’s hand didn’t leave my thigh the entire ride, thumb drawing loose circles against my leggings that had me shifting in my seat, squirming under the weight of his smirk. By the time he pulled into his driveway, my pulse was a steady roar in my ears.
The front door barely clicked shut behind us before Brooks had pinned me against it, his mouth crashing down onto mine like he’d been holding back for weeks instead of the twenty-minute drive.
More like twelve minutes.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one desperate to get his cock inside me. Then again, only one of us had come—embarrassingly fast, I would add—in my gynecologist’s office. And yet, I was still burning up.
Heat.
That was all I could register. Heat from his hands on my hips, from his chest pressed against mine, from the way his tongue plundered my mouth.
My bag slid from my shoulder and hit the hardwood with a dull thud, already forgotten. I barely had time to gasp before his arms hooked under my thighs and he lifted me clean off the floor. I wrapped them around his waist on instinct, the muscles in his back flexing under my palms as he carried me up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” I whispered against the shell of his ear, half-dizzy from want, half from the way he carried me like I was nothing.
“Bed,” he growled, voice sure and determined. “I want you laid out for me. I need to see all of you.”
