Page 79 of Road to Absolution

I bit my lip, trying to not let those words rock me senseless.

She caressed them again. “When did you start smoking?”

I leaned my head back. “Shit. Sorry. Do I smell?”

Lilah gently took hold of the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. “No.” She kissed me, silently asking me to open to her.

I did, my eyes drifting shut because her softness was so familiar and comforting, my body relaxed into the mattress.

The kiss deepened, our tongues swiping and touching one another as if long-lost friends so happy to be reunited. My hands wanted to be reunited, too. When one got hold of a breast… “When did your boobs get so big?”

She giggled. “V is so jealous.”

“Jesus, they’re—babe, this is so unfair. Why does the baby get them and not me?”

Now she laughed. “You both can share, but… there’s no baby here yet.”

My eyes widened before they hooded. “Lift your shirt.”

In anticipation, her tongue licked parted lips as she seductively lifted her pajama shirt to reveal the boobs of all boobs. Without warning, I latched on, causing her to arch and cry out. “Maverick, I missed your lips.”

I sucked harder, wrapping an arm around her waist so I could pull her even closer. My hips surged against her side. Since finding out about her bed rest, I got her to talk to me and knew we couldn’t have sex, but damn I wanted inside her. “Can I touch your clit?”

She arched again as I licked her nipple. “Yes, but don’t insert.”

As my left hand touched her stomach, missing that belly, then made its way down, her legs parted for me. “Oh fuck, being away from your—” I groaned when my fingers found her heated core damp and wanting me. Her silky pussy was such a drug. A familiar one. The pads of my fingers hungered for this drug and had no mercy on the hard nub that had Lilah’s legs trembling. Sucking on tits that had me rock hard, I growled, “I need you to come on my hand. I need to feel your release wet me. Give me that mouth so your moans hit my tongue.”

Without delay, her mouth joined mine.

Her pants, her moans, her cries of ecstasy… I swallowed them all like a selfish bastard. I drank in her every shiver. Every time she convulsed against me, I devoured her hunger that I was sating.

After her orgasm, which I barely let end, I wanted a piece of her soul.

We laid there, staring at one another, letting our vulnerabilities show.

She whispered, “Keep fighting, Maverick.”

Damn, she sees right through me.

The month I had missed of Lilah’s pregnancy must’ve been when her body changed, a lot. When waking from a coma, and being thrown into another life-or-death situation, I was too worried and distracted to notice all her bathroom breaks and need of water. But, once we had several hours of sleep, the rest of the evening and throughout the night, it became obvious this poor woman was a peeing machine.

Not that she was waking me. Besides a few hours of sleep, I was restless. I kept hearing noises. I kept feeling the need to check and make sure our door was locked. I also saw shadows… so I turned on the lamp on my nightstand.

I was awake for all of Lilah’s ups and downs—in and out of bed. Tossing and turning. Pillows being rearranged. Patient about it all until she tried to stuff some huge ‘body pillow’ between us. I growled, “Not happening.”

She giggled and whined at the same time. I didn’t even know that was possible. “Maverick. I needto prop my leg somewhere, and I need on my left side for a bit.”

Temptingly, I ran a hand up her thigh. “Rest the meaty thing on my hip.”

“I don’t want to hurt your legs.”

It suddenly crossed my mind that she didn’t want to touch them. “Oh, yeah. That would be wise, I guess.”

Suddenly, lips pressed to mine as a leg was hiked up to rest on my hip. “Plus, it will get me excited, and I’m not allowed to have sex.”

Her leg tightened on me. My eyes rolled back in my head with need. “Where does your doctor live? I’m burning down her house. I’m a biker. I can do that shit now.”

She laughed. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”