And more she grants when she suddenly sucks me down. Briefly, her mouth and my cock part ways with an audiblepop. “Did you have a question?” she asks, her eyes all fake innocence.
“Teacup,” I growl, using her nickname now as I press my hand to her head, encouraging her back to ...
“I guess not,” she whispers, taking me back into her mouth.
“Yes.” My affirmation is a stuttering sigh. “Yeah, suck me.”
She makes a noise of agreement, of pleasure, one that dials my own gratification sky fucking high. Her head begins to bob, her mouth sliding messily, wetly.
Fuck. Just fuck.
“You look so good with my cock in your pretty, pretty mouth,” I whisper, beginning to move tentatively with her, my hand at the back of her head. “But you’re gonna make me come.”
“Mmmm.” Her blue eyes lift to mine, and I almost lose it there, my pulse pounding in my ears as my legs threaten to give.
“You wicked, wicked woman.” My words sound more Irish than ever—happier than ever as I pull back and exchange one appendage for another, pressing her back against the bed to kiss the fuck right out of her. “And by God, I love you for it,” I admit without thought—without thought for her reaction. For the rules I’m breaking. The consequences. “It’s true,” I whisper, my hand on her cheek. “I’m in love with you. I think I have been from the start.”
Chapter 37
Ryan
Light spills in through the window as my eyelids reluctantly flicker, not quite ready to join the day. I straighten my legs, the stretch of muscle and bone so delicious, it feels almost as though I spent the night having the best kind of—
“Sex.” My head slices right to find Matt on his side staring down at me. His arm is bent and his head is propped against one hand, his dark hair an adorable mess.
“Already?” He quirks one highly provocative brow. “You’re keen.”
My heart thunders—the shock of finding myself still here, the echoing pulse of it thrumming between my legs. Or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me that makes my heart pound.Like I’m his world.
“Wow.” I clear my throat when it becomes clear it’s my turn to speak. “So much for stealing away like a thief.”
“I’m so glad you didn’t.” His finger sweeps tenderly down the slope of my nose. “And full disclosure? I intend on keeping you here.”
“What, forever?” My attempt at a joke, or more like panicked mutterings.
“I like the sound of that.” He lifts his hand to my round belly. I resist the urge, the instinct, to push it away. It’s not that I want to but more like I feel that I should, despite what passed between us.
“I’m in love with you. I think I have been from the start.” Those words. His words. So tempting and enough to make me giddy and foolish. “Tell me something. It doesn’t have to be that.”
But I said it—told him I loved him back. The words escaping. My heart breaking.
My mind is a mess, filled with fragmented moments, and snapshots of last night. The passion, the rightness of it all. The way he looked at me and the things he said made me feel utterly adored.
And earlier in the evening, with his friends. The love he has for them was so clear, as was their love for him. I shouldn’t have let my emotions rule my head, allowed my jealousy of some faceless future woman to blind me to reason. Because one day I will wake to the reality that I’ve lost him.
Because this can’t be. I can’t live with a lie, and I can’t tell him the truth.
That I don’t deserve him.
The one good man in Manhattan, in London. I found home in his arms and in his passion and his promises. But he’s worth more than me.
Oblivious to my truths, he lowers to press his lips to my swollen belly. I quickly wipe away a tear.I’ll save him for you, little one. This man will always be your daddy.
“Buenos días, mi dulce niño.”His honeyed whisper coasts over my skin. “Morning, my sweet child. I hope Mommy and Daddy didn’t keep you awake last night.” His eyes are shining as he pulls away again. “Forever,” he whispers. “You know, I think that might not be long enough.”
“Matt.” I watch his smile stall, and my heart begins to thrash against my ribs.Not yet,something whispers inside.
“What is it?” He reaches for my hand as though he can already feel me pulling away.
