I press my bare foot against his stomach and feel his breathing stutter.
"You're thinking about being a dad, but we haven't even had sex yet."
Smoke wanted to play it safe for me. Wanted to take things slow because of a few bruises that are already fading. And while I appreciate the gentleman act, I'm not a china doll. My want for him still hasn’t gone away. In fact, it’s only grown.
He makes this low, choking sound. His ears go red as I watch him try to school his expression. Sitting up, I swing my legs off his lap and turn to face him.
As if he can already sense a storm coming, he braces himself.
"I'm not on birth control or anything, Roland."
I let that land and watch his pupils blow wide. His chest heaves, and his hands curl into fists on his thighs like he's physically restraining himself.
"You just told me you've thought about marriage. Kids. A whole future." I lean in, just a little. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off of him. "I guess I can confess something, too. I've thought about the same things, though; it was always with you."
It feels good to confess the words.Reallygood.
We’re still in our matching pajamas, his shirt and boxers. While my boxers are growing a little damp, his are barely hiding the growing rise coming from this exchange.
I can’t help myself. I reach for his leg, squeezing his thigh right below where his cock is pressing against the fabric.
His jaw tightens. "Bunny—"
“I want you, and everything that comes with it.” Making myself vulnerable, revealing my feelings, I see it happen. Smoke is hitting his breaking point.
His hands uncurl and reach for me. He doesn't grab. Doesn't pounce. He cups my face like I'm something precious, and when he kisses me, it's nothing like the soft brushes he's given me these last few days.
His tongue sweeps against my lower lip, and I open for him without hesitation. His hands slide into my hair, tilting my head back, and he makes a sound low in his throat that sends heat straight down my spine as I move until I’m sitting on his lap.
I could kiss this man for hours if he let me.
When he pulls back, we're both breathing hard.
“We need to go to my bed.” Stroking my hair and then my cheek, he lets out a low groan. “All the ways I want you? The couch won’t cut it.”
His words make me blush, but the promise in his voice isn't what makes me gasp. It's the way he easily hooks his arms around me and picks me up before standing.
Clinging to him as he carries me toward his room, I can't contain that laugh that forms in my chest. It's a giggle too airy to come from me. Smoke loves it to the point of smiling.
Then my back hits the bed, and that smile of his is gone as quickly as it formed. Replacing it is a smirk, one dripping with hunger. Watching him tug off his shirt, I'm left breathing heavier, my body betraying me.
How am I supposed to tease him now when he looks like he wants to eat me up in one bite? In his attempt to give me space, he's been holding back while playing the part he thought I needed.
"I've had a lot of time to think about this." Clenching his shirt, his flush spreads to his chest before he drops it to the ground. "I hope you're ready."
Without question, I am. I'm so ready it terrifies me.
"Show me," I whisper. "Show me what you've been thinking about."
He makes a sound. Low like a growl beforefinally, he’s on me.
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Itell myself not to be rough with her, but I can't help it.
As soon as her boxers are past her knees, I'm face-deep in her pussy like I've been drowning and she's the only air. One taste and I'm gone. It's a miracle I haven't cracked under the need to have her on my tongue again.
