“I don’t want to go anywhere,” I admit.
He stops pulling at my clothes, locking his eyes with mine. “Then say it. Not that the baby is just mine but you, too. That I can have you.” His breathing is deep and his hands on my hips dig in a little. To be honest I think that even if I told him I wasn’t he wouldn’t stop until I was. I can see it in his eyes that he’d keep trying to win me over until I said yes. In the way that he touches me. Ever so gently possessive and dominating. It’s something I’ve wanted my whole life and didn’t know until it was there staring me right in the face.
“I’m yours. You can have me.”
He sucks in a breath. His eyes close for a moment. I can tell he is trying to get control of himself. I can’t stop myself from wiggling under him. Seeing him like this makes everything inside of me flex with need. No one has ever wanted me the way he does. It’s intoxicating and empowering to feel so wanted and to know this isn’t only about the baby but me, too. That he really wants all of this and he’ll stop at nothing to have it.
When he opens them he leans down, slowly taking my mouth in a soft kiss. This time when he starts undressing me, it’s not as hurriedly. He takes his time, letting his fingers and mouth touch my skin inch by inch that he reveals as he slips the clothes from my body until I’m bare for him in the center of his bed.
“I was right when I said you look like a snow angel.” I’m sure the fluffy white blanket I’m lying on only adds to what he’s seeing as he stares down at me.
“I want to see you.” I lean up on my elbow as he pulls his shirt up over his head and tosses it away. I reach for his belt. He watches me as I undo it and toss it away like he did with his shirt. Next, I go for the button of his pants, but he stops me.
“I’m not sure I can take your hands there right now. I’m already on edge.” He brings one of my hands to his mouth and kisses my palm.
“But I’ve never…” My face heats as my words trail off. His grip on my wrist tightens.
“You’ve never touched a man there?” His words come out deep. I watch as his breathing picks up, his broad chest heaving. I want to run my fingers through the thin layer of hair that coats his skin there. I want to kiss him everywhere like he did to me.
“Please,” I push.
He opens his eyes. “How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?” He drops down onto the bed next to me. He reaches up for the head board and grabs a hold of it. “The only way I’ll be able to stop myself from flipping you over and taking my turn back.”
I sit up, licking my lips. “I’ve never got to do this before.”
He growls at the first touch of my finger to his bare chest. I run it down over his barrel chest. The man is built. He doesn’t have perfectly defined six-pack abs like Cory, a dedicated runner, has. No, he’s built like a man made for the outdoors. Built for brute force. Again, my thighs clench, reminding me I do have a type. I didn’t realize that until now. I lean up, doing the same thing with my mouth I’d done with my finger. He growls as I make it down to his pants. I smile up at him.
All the muscles in his arms are flexing as he holds on tightly to the headboard. As much as I want to explore all of him, I really want to see how much it will take him to break the control he is trying to fight.
Chapter 9
Bo
Her delicate small hands slide up my chest. Her touch is so soft I swear it’s almost painful. I don’t know how that’s possible, but it is. I watch her eyes light up as she explores my body, both curious and turned on. Thank fuck she’s enjoying what she’s seeing because this is all she will be getting until this earth tries to take me from her.
When she told me she’s never done this before, I’d almost lost my fucking mind more than I already had. My hand grips tighter to the headboard as she wraps her hand around my cock that is begging for her attention. I would have gone for her already if it wasn’t for the look in her eyes that told me she was enjoying doing this so much. Not that I’m not enjoying it too, but I want my hands on her. I want inside of her again. To be everywhere on her.