“And what’s that?” I ask breathlessly.
“My cock filling you upagain,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I’m disappointed when he pulls back. I watch as he moves onto the bed, settling up against the headboard, looking at me like he’s ready to devour me whole.
I quirk a brow. “You want me on top, huh? I knew you loved it when I’m in charge.”
“I made a promise that the next time I was inside you, I’d make you so addicted you’d never want another man’s hands on you again.” He crooks a finger toward me, urging me closer. “And making one of your fantasies come true is a damn good starting point, wouldn’t you say?”
I saunter around the bed to Heath’s dresser and pick up one of his well-worn cowboy hats. The brim slightly curved and the leather band smooth from years of use.
I flash him a sultry smile as I put it on. “If I’m riding the cowboy, I have to wear his hat too.”
“You’re the only one who’s ever worn it,” he drawls.
My eyes lock onto his smoldering gaze as I slowly crawl across the mattress.
“And that’s how it’ll stay,” I state.
If he gets to claim me, I’m claiming him right back.
When I reach Heath, I swing a leg over and straddle him, my knees sinking into the sheets. He grips my waist with one hand and lines up his cock with the other.
I brace my palms on his shoulders and slowly sink onto his thick length. My thighs quiver as I take him to the hilt, wet heat flooding through me while our mingled moans blend together.
“You’re riding me so well sweetheart,” Heath rasps as I rock against him. “Goddamn, you feel so good.”
He grips my waist as he guides me to move in smooth, controlled movements. The cowboy hat tilts on my head as I lean forward, my breasts bouncing as I grind down harder, moaning loudly each time he bottoms out inside me.
The vein in Heath’s forehead bulges as he loses control. He tightens his grip as he starts thrusting up into me with deep, possessive strokes. I dig my nails into his shoulders, gasping, utterly lost in how full of him I am.
I’m so wet I can feel myself dripping down his shaft, coating his balls with every stroke. Pregnancy has made me so sensitive that every drag of his cock inside me has me clenching around him greedily as another wave of arousal floods through me.
I might’ve only had one night with him before, but it was more than enough to realize how much I missed this—how much I missed him. No other man has ever made me feel this cherished, this desired, this beautifully undone. It’s a miracle I managed to resist him as long as I did, and I deserve a damn medal for my efforts.
Now that I have him inside me again, my body lights up like it remembers him and it’s impossible not to give in to the desperate hunger building inside me.
“I’m close, Heath.” I cry out as small tremors wrack my body.
He reaches between us and circles his thumb over my clit—the sudden pressure making me gasp sharply. My hips jerk forward against his fingers, chasing every stroke as the pleasure coils tighter inside me.
“Come for me,” he commands, voice rough.
Right as I’m hovering on the edge, he pinches my clit, sending me crashing over into a blinding orgasm. I toss my head back, the cowboy hat falling off as I scream Heath’s name. My body bucks wildly against him as he reaches his peak, groaning my name as he fills me with hot pulses. The intense feeling of being joined so completely, with nothing between us, leaves me lightheaded.
Heath wraps his arms around me and rolls us over in one smooth motion, laying me on my back beneath him. He nuzzleshis nose into my neck as he slowly eases out of me, leaving a warm, wet trail between my thighs.
He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Heath climbs off the bed and disappears into the hallway.
I do as he asks, completely boneless, a lazy smile on my lips as I listen to him moving around in the bathroom. He hasn’t lived here very long, but I love how at ease he already is.
My gaze drifts to the duffel bag against the wall filled with his clothes. He’s been rotating outfits from his loft at the ranch because I never made room for him in my closet or dresser. I think it’s time that changed.
Heath returns with a warm washcloth and gently wipes me clean, just like he did the first night we were together. I should have taken it as a sign he was special. I’d never gone without a condom with anyone else before, but no other guy has been this attentive.
Heath smooths out the tubing for my insulin pump and tucks it against my side. After tossing the washcloth in the hamper, he grabs a blanket from the corner basket and comes back to bed. He drapes it over us both as he slides in beside me and draws me close.
