Page 72 of The Mistletoe Mix-up

“Because this is your dream, and I wanna make you happy. I was just excited that something I already do is gonna help the process.”

Wren laughed softly, a sweetness spreading through her that he was here for her. That he’d looked up ways to help her get pregnant because she wanted it. While she was sure that he would enjoy the process, she was still blown away that he was here. Now. For this.

For her.

Despite the years apart and the misunderstandings, he still had her back.

“Ready?” he asked as he hovered over her.

Wren nodded. “Ready.”

Chapter Twenty-one

Sam released a shaky breath, his cock flexing with the need to be inside her. To feel her heat. Hovering at the entrance of her body, Sam stared down at her, memorizing the softness in her gaze, the sweet curves of her face. Her stomach pressed against his and he imagined it round and full between them when she was carrying the child. His child. His balls tightened at the thought, and he thrust in, shallow and slow. Her lush lips parted as he slipped inside her. Her brown eyes earnestly stared back into his, and he wondered if she had a baby, would they have her eyes?

He had to keep reminding himself that this was all part of the plan, that he was here to give her a baby, and when they succeeded, this would stop. No more kissing Wren against buildings or licking her sweet pussy in doorways. Once he fulfilled his part, he’d go back to being her—what? Friend? Acquaintance?

“Hey,” she whispered, her hand cupping his cheek. “Where did you go?”

Sam realized he was fully inside her, unmoving, hovering over her on his arms.

“I was just imagining the future.”

“Don’t,” Wren said, running a finger over his lower lip. “Stay here with me.”

Wren slipped her hands up behind his head and pulled him down to her, her tongue sweeping across his mouth, and he opened for her. Their kiss deepened, and he let her set the tone. Slow and steady.

Sam pulled out slightly and slipped back in, short, even strokes in and out. Wren broke their kiss with a gasp, holding on to the back of his neck to keep their faces close.

“Sam . . .” she whispered, hands moving to his shoulders. She held on, watching his face as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. “I can’t believe you’re here. Inside me. God, you feel so good. When I think about you coming inside me, it takes everything in me not to touch myself.”

Suddenly he couldn’t control himself, her words echoing his own racing thoughts. Since he’d exploded inside her the other day, all he could think about was doing it again. His body longed to move faster, but he wanted this to last. Thoughts of her warmth and her tight body surrounding him, squeezing him, were too much, and he picked up the pace, tension building like a volcano inside him when she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him to her.

“Yes, God, faster. Harder. I want you so deep inside me— Oh!”

Sam had no trouble giving her exactly what she wanted, grabbing her ass and slamming into her. His balls tightened when she screamed his name, and he closed his eyes, shouting hers as he came with a violent shudder, his cock flexing inside her. He’d be embarrassed of how fast he came except this was the goal. This was the point, and oh, it felt good. It felt right.

When he finally stopped shaking, he kissed her sweetly, tenderly, and slipped to the side. He mourned the loss of her pussy warming his cock, but when he reached for her, dragging her against him so her ass was cradled in his lap, she let him wrap his arm around her waist and hold her to him.

“It’s also good for you to stay lying on your back for a half hour,” he murmured against the side of her neck.

“Hmmm, I’m good right here,” she said, wiggling against him. He tightened his hold on her, and she placed her hand on his arm, her fingers drifting over the skin of his forearm. “For a second there, I thought you weren’t going to go through with it.”

Sam stayed silent for several minutes before he finally said, “Did you know that you’re the only woman I’ve ever had sex with sans condom?”

Her hand stopped stroking him, her voice hesitant. “No, I didn’t.”

“When we did it before, I was young and thought the pill was foolproof. Besides, I was so in love with you, being inside you was the best thing in the world next to riding my motorcycle.” His hand drifted over her stomach, his palm flattening against it. “I didn’t hesitate, wrapped up in wanting you. It was fiery and intense.

“Tonight was different. I thought about you getting everything you wanted. I imagined what you’d look like with a child growing inside you, and I was so turned on, I nearly lost it right there.”

Wren turned toward him, a wide grin on her face. “Do you have a breeding fetish?”

“What the heck is that?”

“That’s when you are excited by getting women pregnant.”

Sam scowled into her amused expression. “No, I do not have that. If I did, I’d have kids scattered all over the place.”