Are the changes to her body too much of a turnoff? Has he lost interest?
Wyatt would never say such a thing. Still, the steady stream of insults she soaked up while pregnant with Emma is never far behind. She’s so lost in her head that she’s sobbing on the bathroom floor, having some a mental break over a fistful of candy.
Embarrassment at her admission reaches an all-time high, but then he urges her to face him and swallows her gasp with a salty kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth like he’s starved for the taste of her.
“Want you so bad,” he growls.
And yet, it remains hard to believe. “You don’t have to do this just because I’m complaining.”
He takes her hand and guides it to his crotch over the half-hard outline of his cock. “Tell me again that I don’t want you.”
“Oh,” she breathes, as he grows firmer by the second.
“Talk later?”
She nods, and then he’s on her again, urging her down against the bath mat until she’s flat on her back. Her pants areflung across the room in record time, but she doesn’t know how they’ll do this with her belly in the way.
“Do you want me on my knees—”
She’s cut off from what felt like an important question when he pushes her legs apart, lies on his stomach, and dips his head to lick long and slow between her thighs. He doesn’t pause or speak. One moment, he’s staring at her like she’s an oasis in the desert, and the next, all she sees is the rhythmic movement of his head with each push of his tongue.
Her whole body jerks in surprise, one hand reaching back to grab the edge of the tub.
She’s been in a perpetual state of unresolved tension, and the relief of his attention has her ready to levitate. He ravishes her with a growl in the back of his throat, so greedy that any doubt she may have had about his own enjoyment is long gone.
When he pushes two thick fingers into her, she’s at his mercy, crushing her hips to his face as her orgasm rushes forward so quickly that his head between her thighs borders on dangerous.
She is limp when he finally leaves her, but nowhere close to being finished with him yet. He’s only taken the edge off.
With a wobble in her step, Wyatt tugs her to her feet again. There’s a self-deprecating comment on the tip of her tongue, but the heat in his stare and the glisten on his scruff keep her silent.
They’re a mess of fumbling kisses in between articles of clothing hitting the ground.
He has seen her naked a hundred times by now, but she hardly feels like herself anymore. The intensity of his gaze and that obscene lick of his lips remind her that if ever there was a safe place to land, it’s here with him.
Finding a comfortable position, however, turns out to be a persistent issue.
They shift and turn on the bed, trying out various combinations only to fail at each one. Missionary is out of thequestion. She doesn’t have the energy to ride him. Their laughter fills the air as they play an X-rated game of Twister before settling on their sides with his chest at her back.
They were frantic in the bathroom, but this time, everything slows to a crawl as he nudges into her little by little. Addison lets out a sigh of relief at finally being connected after a week of separation. She could lie here with him all night, which is why a flicker of disappointment blooms when he jerks into her quickly, his hand shaking where it grips her thigh. She doesn’t want this to be over yet. That’s selfish, but she’s greedy these days.
The slide of him moving in and out of her is delicious, and she hums out her approval, lifting her leg to urge him deeper.
One benefit of having sex while pregnant is that he can’t get hermore pregnant. The warm rush of his release, paired with the grunt of her name half bitten into the side of her neck, is something she’ll never tire of.
“Won’t be long until I can go again,” he whispers. “Stay here with me until then.”
With a lazy rub of his palm down her hip, he lifts her thigh to rest over his, his length still buried even as he softens. She is lucky that he’s long enough to stay exactly where he is until it’s time for round three.
“I’ve been missing you so much.” His kiss presses to her neck. “I almost lost it in the barn earlier.”
She smirks. “I didn’t think you noticed me doing a terrible job of flirting with you.”
“Oh, I saw you flashing that ass at me.”
She laughs, gasping when the movement shifts him within her. “How much more obvious could I have been? No one needs to bend over that much unless they’re trying to get laid.”
He cups a heavy breast, and she tenses. “Hurts. They’re swollen.”
