“Fucking gladly, darlin’.”He plants his lips on mine in a hungry, searing kiss.I open to him and let him walk me backward, to the lounger.West sits heavily and pulls me into his lap, his tongue darting between my lips to massage my own without missing a beat.I moan against his lips, my fingers clawing at his shirt, longing to soak in his warmth and every inch of hard-won muscle.
My nipples bead, and that prickling sensation of my milk letting down pulls me from the magic of the moment.I break away, panting and jump up, uncertain I’m not going to drown us both in breastmilk.Goddamn it.Only I would spring a leak while the hottest man on the damn planet is shoving his tongue down my throat.
“Dais?”His brows shoot skyward.
“Sorry.I ...er ...”I glance down at my wet T-shirt and turn to leave.“I’m wet.”
West grabs my arm, holding me in place.“Well, wait on a minute here.Maybe I can help.”
“How are you going to—”
West pulls me back onto his lap and unbuttons my dress, sliding it off my shoulders.My breasts—already dripping with milk—spring free.The night air stings my nipples and they bead further.West wets his bottom lip, and then dips his head to take one nipple in his mouth, while his large hand kneads the other.He moans, which just spurs my arousal on.I squirm in his lap, rubbing against the thick erection in his jeans.His mouth on my sensitive flesh feels so good, I moan.Pleasure arcs through me from my breast to my core and my pussy clenches, desperate for more.After the pain of childbirth, I didn’t think I’d ever want to be touched again, but it’s all I can think about.West’s cock inside me, his head between my thighs, sinking my hands into his honey-wheat hair.I want to feel him pushing into me, the weight of his body on top of mine.Oh god.I can’t do this.
“I can’t have sex with you,” I blurt out and press a hand to my mouth, as if I could take back my words.
My nipple pops free of his mouth, his lips coated with the residue of my milk.“Okay,” West says slowly.
“I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to.I just ...I just had a baby.I’m not ...I can’t have penetrative sex for six weeks.You know, healing from pushing a watermelon out of my hoo-ha and all that?”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing we have all the time in the world.”
“Right,” I say resolutely.
“If that’s what you want.”
“Oh, I want,” I say too quickly and then bow my head, chagrinned.
“You know what I heard in all of that?”He kisses along the length of my collarbone as he gently cups my breasts, setting all my nerve endings on fire.
“Hmm?”
“Non penetrative.”Wests arms wrap around my waist, his hands splayed on my back as he gently rocks us back and forth.The ridges of his hard cock in his jeans feel incredible against my panties, and he is big, so much bigger than my ex-husband.
“Uh-huh.”
“Does that mean we can do other things that are non-penetrative?”
“I’m bleeding,” I say, because I need to shut this down now before we get carried away.I mean, at almost six weeks postpartum, it’s intermittent and not at all like it was right after birth, but I think he should know.“I don’t think you wanna get messy.”
“Dais, I was born on a ranch.I don’t mind a little mess, so long as you don’t mind me making one.”
My breath catches in my throat.
West gently grips my chin and tilts my face up to his.“Tell me you’ll let me make a mess.”
I nod, slowly.Still not sure this is what he wants.Eddie could barely stand to be in the same house as me when I was bleeding.Sex or any kind of fooling around was never an option until I was sure Aunt Flo had well and truly left town.
West dips his head and searches my gaze.“Where’d you go just now?”
“I was just thinking how my ex-husband couldn’t stand the sight of me when it was that time of the month, and here you are, delivering my baby in your truck and still wanting me.”
“A real man knows the best part of sex isn’t about just getting their rocks off.Making a mess is a fucking privilege.”He leans forward and kisses me again, his lips trailing my chin and down my neck.“We can do whatever you want, darlin’.Take it slow or, hell, we can dive right in, but nothing you do is gonna make me run in the opposite direction.”
“I don’t want slow.Nothing about us feels that way.Not anymore.”
I feel his lips tip up in a smile as he makes his way across my clavicle.“I’m so fucking glad you said that, because I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks.”West cups my breast with one hand as the other trails lower over my abdomen and between my legs.He shifts and pulls me back against him, so I’m looking directly over the barn and the land that he wakes up to every morning.
“Shouldn’t we go inside?”
