I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Is this okay?” she asked breathlessly, her hands braced on my shoulders when she kept grinding over my bulge. “Tell me if I should stop.”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I said, burying my face in her neck and inhaling her sweet scent. “Fuck, Paige. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”
“Tell me, then,” she said, her voice husky.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto my cock. I could feel the heat and warmth with only the fabric of our sweatpants separating us. Her lips parted, her fingers tightening on my t-shirt.
“F-feel this?” I asked, my voice gruff. “Feel my cock throbbing for you? Just from kissing you? Fuck Paige—I want you to feel beautiful, wanted and fucking w-worshipped.”
“Worshipped?” she said, a smile curving her swollen lips. “That’s a pretty big promise, Peterson.”
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” I said, dragging my hands from her hips and pulling my t-shirt over my head in one swift motion. “Let me prove it.”
Her hands were immediately on my chest, exploring the ridges of my muscles. “Wow,” she mumbled as if she were talking to herself. “I had forgotten what this feels like.”
“What did you forget?” I asked, enjoying the way she was touching me, her pupils dilating.
“Being touched like I’m wanted,” she said, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Like I’m not just... convenient.”
“Paige,” I whispered, cupping her face in both hands and making sure she heard every word. “You are not convenient. You’re extraordinary. You’re brilliant and fierce and so goddamn beautiful it hurts to look at you sometimes.”
“Even with—” she paused, gesturing vaguely at herself. “Even with the baby weight and the stretch marks and?—”
“Especially with all of that,” I said, sliding my hand under the hem of her t-shirt, splaying my fingers across the soft skin of her stomach. “You created life, Paige. You’re a mother and that’s not something to be ashamed of. It’s fucking incredible.”
She kissed me again, harder this time, and when she pulled back, she was lifting her arms. “Help me?”
I pulled her t-shirt over her head slowly, savoring every inch of her soft skin. The sight of her in the dim light, wearing nothing but a soft bra, made my breath catch. The swell of her breasts cupped by the bra made my mouth water.
“Fuck, Paige,” I groaned. “You’re perfect.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I’m not?—”
“Yes, you are,” I said, tracing the edge of the lace and watching her shiver. Her cleavage was begging me to rip off her bra and cover her breasts with my mouth and hands. “So fucking perfect for me.”
“Derek,” she said, her voice breathy and needy in a way that made my cock twitch. “Please.”
“Please what?” I said, kissing the hollow of her throat. “Tell me what you want, beautiful.”
“I want—” She gasped as I kissed lower, across her collarbone. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
“We’ll get there,” I said, reaching behind her, my fingers finding the hook of her bra. “But first, I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to learn every sound you make. Learn and memorize every place that makes you gasp and moan.”
I unhooked her bra with a soft click and slid the straps down her arms. My lips parted in awe, seeing her beautiful tits. They were heavy with dusky hard nipples, begging for my attention.
I cursed again. “They’re fucking perfect, Paige.”
My hands cupped them, and she arched into my touch with a moan that went straight to my core.
“So fucking responsive,” I said, licking my lips and brushing my thumbs over her nipples and watching them tighten. “I love that about you.”
“Derek, I-I need more?—”
“I know,” I said. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, beautiful.”
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