“Is that what you’re doing?” she whispers as I stand and lift her into my arms.
“I have months to make up for, right?”
“Yes.” She growls, pulling my lips down to hers. Nipping hard, she soothes the sting with her tongue and scratches the back of my neck, earning a moan. Her lips curve up against mine, and she repeats the action. Elbowing the door open, I move into my room and place her on the bed. I pause to admire the sight she makes splayed over my buffalo plaid flannel sheets. Crawling onto the bed, I remove her top and bra.
“Is this okay?”
“Very.” She nods, tugging on the bottom of my shirt. “But now you’re overdressed.”
“My apologies.” I remove my top two layers, and she trails her fingertips down my chest. Her thumbs brush my nipples, and I jerk. She circles them, teasing me. Fast learner.
“Lay back, let me take the edge off. I’m safe. I was tested after my last relationship, and I haven’t been with anyone since.” Her body tenses. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” I rub her hip with my thumb. “I only want to make you feel good.”
She nods, sinking down. “I’m safe, too. I had a workup when I discovered I was pregnant.”
Hooking my thumbs beneath the straps of her underwear, I tug them down her tone lips, drinking in her neatly trimmed pussy. Her slit glistens, begging for my tongue. The scent of her arousal hits me, and my mouth waters. I toss her soaked scrap of lace to the side and part her legs.
“Hold on to the sheets, Faye. I’m going to eat you whole.” I slip her legs over my shoulder and lick up her slit. Her musky honey coats my tongue, and I find myself starved. Keeping her legs parted with my shoulders, I eat my dessert. Her walls flex around my tongue as I alternate between diving deep inside of her, flicking her bundle of nerves, and sucking her slick lips. I can’t get enough of her flavor or the husky way she calls my name. Her hips buck. I cup her ass, angling her so I can go deeper.
“Right there, James. Don’t stop.”
Slurping, I blow on her clit. She cries out. “Come on my tongue, Faye.” I plunge into her once more.
“Yes. Oh, God.” Her body tenses and her walls flutter.
I know she’s close. Thrusting in once, twice more, I suck on her clit. Screaming, she explodes, drenching me with a flood of nectar I can’t swallow down fast enough. I ease her down with gentle laps before I move to collapse beside her.
“W-What about you?” she pants.
“Oh. That was just a warm-up. We’ve got all night.”
“Christmas came early after all.” Her satiated smile makes my heart beat faster. I’m already in trouble.
I glance at the clock and see the red digitized 12:20.
“Or right on time.”
Chapter Three
Faye
My phone rings insistently, yanking me from the warm oblivion of sleep. I burrow my head from beneath the heavy blanket of sleep and freeze as I feel the press of something thick and hard against my ass. The previous day replays in my mind on fast forward. I snuggle closer into the body attached to the heavy arm looped beneath my breasts. His other hand cups my belly protectively, and for a split-second, I allow myself to pretend. It’s a dangerous thing to do. Flora isn’t his, and our arrangement is tentative and questionable. I was thinking with my hormones, not my brain. However, the way he looks at me is worth any heartache that might follow.
The phone rings again, and I groan. I’d spent the night woken intermittently by hot hands and an even hotter mouth. Not that I hadn’t done my own exploration. I slap the nightstand beside me and grip the phone, bringing it to me.
“Where the fuck are you?”
I cringe. Preston is not the first thing I want to hear after a night of sexual bliss.
“Merry Christmas to you, too.”
“I’m at your place. It looks like you were never here.”
“That’s because I wasn’t. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“You’re my fiancée who’s carrying my child.”
“Ex. Those two letters make a huge difference, and don’t even try to use her as a way to control me.”