Her eyes are closed as she savors the sensations. Her nipples bounce near my chin, so I pull one into my mouth, which earns me another little cry.
“Derek, oh…” Her sighing my name like that is enough to get my semi all the way to ready, and I lie back, pulling her onto my lap so she can ride it out.
Her hips buck against mine as her hair swishes around her waist, and I’m glad I got the edge off because I wouldn’t miss this sight for the world. Her gorgeous body is like a goddess rising above me, sexy and full of life. I’m holding back now, enjoying the beauty of her ecstasy. She’s mine to cherish and to love and to protect, and if my past has taught me anything, it’s how to do that.
Her insides are pulling me, massaging and milking, and now my own instincts kick in. I catch her waist, rocking my hips against her.
“Yes… oh, shit!” She wails, shoulders shuddering with my thrusts, and with a groan, I let go.
It’s pure bliss the second time I come. One last push, and she collapses in my arms, a broad smile on her face. Her cheek is on my shoulder and she starts to giggle.
“What?” Smoothing back her hair, I smile as her blue eyes blink open.
“That was incredible.” Then she laughs again. “I’m such a stereotype. The horny pregnant lady.”
Kissing her eyes and face, I hug her close against me. “You’re not a stereotype. You’re amazingly sexy and everything I want.”
She stretches up and kisses my nose. “I thought I’d have to wait a while after that first round.”
“No way.” My hand is cupping her breast, my thumb circling her nipple. “I can’t have my lady frustrated.”
“Thank you.” Then she giggles again, sitting back and wrapping the sheet around her body, eyes sparkling. “Saying that makes me think of our first time. I was sure I’d gone crazy being with a complete stranger like that. And then you thanked me.”
She covers her eyes and laughs again. I love seeing her so happy.
“You have no idea what a game-changing moment that was for me. It was pretty major.” My thoughts go back to the reason for that encounter and the reason I’m here with her now, and my tone grows serious. “You were always safe with me. I’m sure you sensed it even then.”
Another laugh and she shakes her head, dropping her chin. “I’m pretty su
re the only thing I sensed was how incredibly sexy you are.”
Catching that chin, I rub my thumb over her soft skin. “I should’ve done better research before agreeing to help him.”
“Stop.” Her hand covers mine, pulling it down and threading our fingers. “We’ve covered that. And anyway, if you had done better research, you probably would’ve turned him down, and we’d have never met. It was ultimately for the best.”
I can’t argue with that.
“Now,” she continues. “Since we’ve caught up physically—”
“I wouldn’t be so sure—”
She dodges my attempt to pull her to me again. “Tell me why I’ve had house guests all week. Why you’re here early. It’s about my ex-husband, isn’t it?”
Her attempt at being bossy is adorable. “What makes you think that?”
“Patrick is a terrible liar.”
“There goes his Rolex.”
I start to get up, but she catches my arm and holds me. “Tell me what’s going on.”
Her blue eyes are serious, and I sit back against the headboard again. “Okay, yes. It’s about Sloan, and this time I’m not giving up until he’s behind bars.”
Or in hell, I mentally add.
Anger or frustration—it’s hard to tell which—flashes across her face. “I told you I wanted to put the past behind us.”
“I’d be happy to do that if he weren’t still a threat.”