CEO Daddy (Crescent Cove 6.50)

Which was why the boldness growing inside me didn’t make sense. Nothing had changed. I touched my stomach.

My bare stomach.

I’d slept naked with him, which seemed like one more intimacy. He wore a T-shirt and flannel bottoms, his version of keeping me safe from him. Clearly, he hadn’t wanted me to wake up and think any expectations existed.

Except my own.

My pulse racing, I curled back into bed. I tugged the covers up again and stared at him in the silvery darkness.

His eyes opened and the words were right there.

I’m pregnant.

He smiled with his eyes still cloudy with sleep and I reached for him, drawing his mouth to mine. One unhurried kiss led to a dozen more. I pushed my hands under his T-shirt, touching his hair-roughened skin, learning him in all the ways I hadn’t before. The waistband of his bottoms slipped down and I slid my hand lower, cupping him where he was already so hard.

I wanted to take my time. To bring him to the same pinnacle he’d brought me. But I was impatient, and he didn’t hesitate to oblige me. He shoved his pajama pants down and buried his hand in my hair as I dipped my head to kiss my way along his groin. He smelled like that citrus bodywash I’d used in the tub, and I wondered if he’d showered in the glass stall in the corner of the bathroom after he put me to bed.

He’d taken care of me, just as he did with Lily. Even if he was convinced he sucked at it.

God, he was so wrong.

I turned my head and tasted him, just one long lick. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, and I wasn’t brave enough to look at him to see if I was on the right path. So, I followed the cues from his body. How his thighs tensed and his shaft subtly swelled when I gripped him to lift him to my mouth. I licked him there too, shifting against the bed and pressing my thighs together as he rubbed my back.

Pleasuring him was giving me something too. My nipples hurt in the most delicious way. And my clit pounded, needing stimulation too.

For right now, the anticipation was plenty.

His hand wound into my hair, drawing my head up so I had no choice but to meet his eyes as I sucked lightly on the crown of him. His thumb traced over my cheek and I drew on him harder, every part of me clenching when he rolled his hips and flexed upward. Pushing him slightly deeper, matching the careful pull of his hand in my hair.

Always so gentle. Loving me without words.

I reached down to stroke his soft sac, unprepared for him to haul my head up off him. I gasped and he crushed his mouth to mine, tasting every bit of himself on my tongue. “Can’t. Hold. On.” Each word was punctuated with a kiss.

My heart slammed against my ribs as he gripped my hips and yanked me on top of him. I started to say something—what, I didn’t know—but he was beyond his limit. He parted my sticky thighs and groaned at how wet he found me.

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Let me have you.”

I nodded, although I didn’t know if he’d uttered a question or a prayer.

His thumb skated over my clit and I shuddered, closing my eyes. He nudged against my entrance, carefully inching inside. I didn’t want that right now. I needed something more. A way to smooth over the jagged parts of myself that only seemed to settle when I was with him.

I braced my hands on his stomach, rolling my hips until he was fully seated. Following instinct, I drew myself upward. Every drag of his flesh against mine set off nerve endings I hadn’t even known existed. Then I sank back down, biting my lip around the moan I couldn’t contain.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.” He pushed his hands through the hanging ropes of my hair and framed my face, kissing me wildly as my body took over, lifting and lowering again and again. Chasing that elusive feeling I’d only ever found with him.

Not just an orgasm. I could have those on my own. Less spectacular ones, sure. But he wasn’t the keeper of the climax.

He made me feel…safe. Wanted. Appreciated.

Needed for me, not what I could offer. Stripped down to nothing, I was enough.

He grasped my hip and shifted me underneath him, his mouth like a fever against my breasts as he drove into me. He tugged my leg up over his shoulder and I arched, reaching behind me for the pillows to anchor myself.

There was no holding back now. No waiting. No hesitation.

I quivered beneath him, around him, bowing my back at the pleasure that sang through me with his every thrust. It didn’t stop. His teeth skimmed my nipple and I cried out, caught between pain and ecstasy. He pumped into me, wringing more from me than I’d known I was capable of. I bit down on the pillow, trying to smother my sounds when he timed touching my clit with his endless strokes.

“Come,” he whispered, before he kissed me and gave me no other option.