“I love you, Derek. I love you, and I’m terrified, and I want to keep this baby, and I don’t know how we’re going to do this but?—”
He kissed me before I could finish. It wasn’t a gentle or careful kiss. There was need, relief and joy all tangled together with his hands in my hair and my fingers clutching his shirt.
When we finally broke apart, we were breathless. He rested his forehead against mine again.
“We’re going to figure it out,” he said firmly. “Together. That’s how we do this.”
“Together,” I agreed, and I believed it.
36
TAKE OUR TIME PRACTICING
PAIGE
His blue eyes were glimmering with so much adoration that I couldn’t help but kiss him again.
And soon our kisses turned ravenous. I gasped when he pushed me onto the bed and sealed his lips over mine once more. I didn’t think I would ever get tired of kissing him.
I could feel it in our kiss, what we were trying to convey.
I love you. I’ve always loved you.
His tongue stroked mine in a slow, teasing way. My fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer until he was settled between my thighs.
His hands slid under my blouse, palms gliding over my ribs and he kept kissing me until I was squirming underneath him, wanting more, needing more.
Derek must have read my mind as he peeled it off inch by inch and trailed soft kisses along my collarbone as he unhooked my bra.
“Paige,” he exhaled my name like a prayer and lowered his mouth to my breasts, tongue swirling gently around each nipple until I was arching into him.
The fast and rough sex we had before felt rushed while this felt… slow and gentle. As if he wanted to take his time, staring at me and my body like he wanted to remember it forever.
He eased me back onto the pillows and kissed every exposed skin as he stripped me. When he reached my stomach, he paused, pressing the softest kiss just below my navel.
“How far along do you think you are?” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
I bit my lip. “Maybe a few weeks?”
He frowned. “That’s not a lot.”
“Of course it’s not,” I giggled. “Babies take time… oh?—”
His mouth had drifted lower, pressing feather-light kisses over the waistband of my leggings before he tugged them down along with my panties. He settled between my legs as he spread my thighs open.
Then he kissed my soaked sex. It was a soft, open-mouthed kiss that made me tremble. His tongue licked me slowly, humming as he savored the taste, before he looked up with a wicked little smirk.
“Then we should take our time practicing, right?”
I couldn’t answer and only a broken moan escaped when he licked me again. Long and languid strokes like he had all the time in the world.
I whimpered, clutching onto his hair when I came apart in his hot mouth, his soft murmurs of praise bringing me back to earth. Before I could recover, he was sliding one finger inside, then two, curling just right until pleasure coiled tight and sweet in my belly.
I came again with his name on my lips, my thighs shaking around his shoulders and his mouth never stopping until I was limp and gasping.
He always made me orgasm a lot, and even though I loved it, I wanted—no, needed something else.
“Derek,” I whispered. “Please, I need you.”
