Winger (Seattle Sharks 3)

I fucking loved this man.

And now there was no going back.

Chapter 10

Warren

I turned Jeannine around, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs.

“Are you hurt?” I asked though she looked anything but. She looked more vulnerable than I’d ever seen here, with a lusty-haze in her eyes that made me want to put that look there every day for…

“I’m in—” she stopped herself short, sucking in a deep breath. “I’m just so happy,” she said.

A slow, easy grin shaped my lips as I kissed her wet cheeks. “I am too.”

I’d never felt this happy before.

Never once had I been in love when I took a woman to bed, and now that I’d made love to Jeannine? I knew there was nothing better than feeling her, making her moan, tasting her. Loving her.

I parted my lips, knowing I needed to tell her. That she deserved to know how loved she was. But I quickly kissed her to stop the words from tumbling out. She’d only just now let me touch her.

If I told her the truth?

She may skip out.

My fierce independent woman who needed no man.

I wasn’t about to risk it.

Not now.

Not when she’d let me in.

Carefully, I slid an arm underneath her knees.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, her arms flinging around my neck as I hefted her off the floor.

I cocked a brow at her. “You didn’t think we were finished, did you?”

Heat blazed in her eyes. “Put me down! I’m a whale.”

“What did I tell you about speaking badly about your body?” I sucked my teeth, shaking my head. “You’ll pay for that.”

Her eyes flashed wide as I stepped out of the pants still around my ankles, and walked naked to my bedroom…hers.

Was it ours now?

Give her time.

Don’t push too hard too fast.

Well, not in the emotional sense anyway.

I laid her gently on the bed, trailing my fingers down her sides and sliding her leggings all the way off. I tossed them and her black lace panties behind me then tugged her shirt off.

A gasp ripped through me at the sight of her bare belly.

Mine.

She bit the corner of her bottom lip, nervousness flashing as she looked from it to me and back again.

“Beautiful,” I said. “So, damn beautiful.” I glanced up at her as I kneeled before her on the bed, my hands reaching toward her tummy.

She nodded again.

I knew I’d just been inside her, making her shake with pleasure, but I always wanted it to be her choice.

Where and when I touched her.

I never wanted to assume or take—despite the primal caveman roaring inside me to lay claim to every inch of this woman.

Mine.

Timidly, I grazed my fingers over her round stomach, sighing at the contact.

My baby.

I traced the line of her belly.

My woman.

I slid my hands around her curves.

My life.

I pressed my lips against her bare skin, feeling our child move under my touch.

My world.

A tight, firm tug yanked from my chest, grounding me in the present like nothing else ever had.

I love you.

A silent declaration to our baby, and to her.

Soon.

I would tell her soon.

But for now…I was all about showing.

I planted kisses to her tummy, moving lower, lower.

She arched her hips into my touch, a sweet sigh escaping her lips.

Slowly, I held her hips and traced my tongue over her clit.

“Oh!” She gasped.

I smirked, so fucking ready to worship this woman until she was a puddle sprawled on my bed.

I hummed against her warmth, lapping the combined flavors of us, licking the length of her seam, relishing how her thighs trembled against my cheeks.

“Warren,” she whispered, arching into my mouth. “Fucking hell.”

Her warmth and that damn dirty mouth of hers went straight to my dick. It begged me to sink into her, hard and fast and furious. Claim her so well she’d never want to leave, but I simply growled against her and kept on devouring.

Slipping two fingers inside her, I licked and pumped until she was gasping and clenching. A full body shudder and a burst of flavor had me aching for her so much it almost hurt—despite coming minutes ago.

Fuck, this woman was everything.

But nothing could’ve stopped me from watching her shatter.

Mine.

After her breathing slowed, she tugged on my shoulders, urging me upward. “I need you inside me. Now,” she demanded.

I chuckled, holding myself above her. “Greedy woman.”

“You said to tell you what I want.”

That’s right. I had.

And she finally let me in.

“I’m at your service, Nine.” I teased her entrance with the tip of my dick, her slickness sliding all over the head.

I clenched my jaw against a growl.

Glancing down, my abdomen brushing over her belly, I paused.

“What is it?” She panted.

“I don’t want to crush the baby.”

“You won’t,” she said. “I promise.”

I laughed again at the need in her voice and grabbed a couple pillows from the other side of the bed. “Lift that sweet ass of yours, Nine.”

She instantly complied, and I slid the pillows underneath her, creating an arched angle that would let me slip inside without my weight touching her belly.

“You didn’t have to—”

I slid all the way inside her, cutting her words short.

“Oh. Oh!” She moaned as I pulled out and sank back in, the angle allowing me to get so, so damn deep.

I took it slow, allowing her to re-adjust to my size, her walls hugging me in the tightest, most delicious way. My hands roamed freely, over her tummy, kneading her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they were pert. All while I tortured us both with agonizing pumps, drawing out the sensations until we were both in the most blissful agony.

“Warren, please,” she said. “I don’t think I can take any more.”

I grinned at the lust in her voice, the haze of pleasure in her breath.

I locked gazes with her, holding us both at the edge of release, savoring the pulse of her body around mine.

The way we fit perfectly.

The way she felt like mine in a way no one else ever had.

“I’m yours,” I said, wanting her to know I was just as completely wrapped up in her. “You know that, right?” I asked, another long, smooth stroke where I pulled all the way out, eliciting a whimper from her.

“For how long?” the question was a whisper between our heavy breaths.

I paused at her entrance, my brow furrowed.

Does she think I have an expiration date?

“For as long as you’ll have me,” I said, knowing I would always respect her choices. That she would have to choose me and not the other way around.

I was already a goner when it came to her.