Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I can feel it, the second his control snaps. One moment, he’s tense, almost trembling beside me, the next, he’s between my legs, lifting my thighs up and out, until every needy inch of me is on display.
With a ragged, hungry sound, he reaches down, gripping the base of his cock and guiding it to where I’m dripping for him.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet, ever wanted anyone this much, but he’s right, I am tighter. Tighter than I was before. Either Bean is taking up more than her fair share of space, or I’m swollen from all the hormones.
Whatever’s to blame, for a moment, I’m afraid the head of him might not fit. He’s not just long, he’s thick, especially at the top. But after a moment of resistance, and a prayer to the goddess to please, please, please let me take this cock I desperately need, he pushes inside.
After that, the slide is easier, but he still goes slowly.
He thrusts deeper, inch by careful inch, his gaze locked on mine, the connection even more intimate, more erotic because of it. He never looks away, never stops penetrating me with his eyes, his longing, every bit as thoroughly as he’s penetrating me with his body.
Finally, he bottoms out with a shudder, resting his forehead against mine. “Here. Right here. This is it. This.”
And maybe that wouldn’t make sense to someone else, but it makes perfect sense to me.
“Yes,” I breathe as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Yes. Here. This. Now.”
He slides back and pushes in again, slow and careful, and it’s good.
God, it’s so good.
But it’s not what I need, not what either of us needs, a fact Blue proves when I demand, “Harder, please. Harder. I need you to fuck me hard,” and he doesn’t hesitate to give me everything.
Soon, he’s taking me with a raw urgency that has the headboard knocking out a filthy club beat against the wall. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin to anchor me as he pistons deep, the speed doing nothing to reduce the delicious friction of his thickness filling every inch of me.
“Yes, yes,” I chant, fingers fisted in his hair as I kiss him, bite him, cling to him like I’m never going to let him go.
And maybe I won’t.
Maybe I’ll keep him right here, busy between my legs until the day I go into labor, because nothing has ever felt this incredible.
I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones or the time apart or just the fact that he’s Blue, the only man who’s ever made me lose myself completely in bed, but it’s even hotter than that night in his kitchen. Closer. Wilder.
The way he stretches me to my limit, the press of his stomach against my hard belly with every lunging strike.
I’m already half feral, and then Bean does something, shifts or thrashes or…something. I don’t have time to decide whether it’s strange to find the movement of my baby erotic or not; I’m too busy crying Blue’s name as I detonate.
My inner walls lock and squeeze as pleasure rolls me like a tide, making Blue’s rhythm falter and a strangled sound wrench from his throat.
His thrusts grow shorter, faster, sharp and punishing in the best possible way.
“Yes, yes,” I chant again, urging him on.
“Beatrice. Bea. God, Bea,” he pants, his gaze locked on mine as the wrecking ball hits, shattering him so beautifully. So perfectly, that I’m coming again before I’m all the way down from the first peak.
I grip his hips, dig my nails into the thick muscles of his ass, urging him deeper as he comes in powerful jerks that have my head spinning. I grind against him, drawing out every dazzling moment, until we’re both messy, sticky, wrung-out, and so, so happy.
“Look at you,” I whisper, giggling as I glance over to where he’s apparently experiencing a window into Nirvana on the pillow beside me.
His eyes open, his smile widening. “What?”
“That smile,” I say, running a finger over his cheek. “I’ve never seen one that big on your face before.”
He sighs, still smiling as he nods. “Yeah. I’m… Yeah.”
I giggle again. “Me, too. That was…” I roll farther onto my side, bringing my hand to his chest, loving the feel of his heart still beating fast under my palm. “That was the best.”
“The very best,” he agrees, sobering as he adds, “thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I say. “I had a good time, too. Believe me.”
“No, I just…” He pauses, wetting his lips with his talented tongue. “I just meant that I don’t intend to take this lightly. I know a second chance at being the man in your life wasn’t a guarantee. I know this is a big leap of faith. I promise I won’t make you regret it.”