“That’s Earth-295,” he reminds me. “It’d be a stretch to include it here.” I open my mouth to counter, but he adds, “But if it does happen, I’ll be fast-forwarding that shit.”
I let out a big sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, love. Fast-forwarded shit is my favorite kind of shit.” His dry smile dimples his cheeks.
My body throbs. Focus. On. The. Movie. I chant.
I relax against the couch while he turns it on. Fifteen minutes through the extended edition, his legs are kicked up on the coffee table, our sides touch, and his arm is curved around my shoulders.
I sit stiffly, knowing if I cuddle against Lo, my hands will wander to his jeans. I’ll unzip him and then rush for an orgasm. Slow, I often remind myself.
Twenty minutes pass.
I squirm. Lily!
Sex seems better than superheroes. Which is a thought that’s played out plenty of times before. But Lo dubbed this date night, and what if he’s hoping I’ll wait patiently until the movie ends?
I’m not ruining date night.
Not with sex.
I risk a peek at Lo. The movie hypnotizes him more than me. His brows scrunch as Magneto appears on screen, and he rewinds the scene by ten seconds just to listen again. This is why it takes us forever when we watch director’s commentary.
I eye his crotch. What if I sit on him? Backwards…
Anal.
My doctor advised against anal while I’m this pregnant. I still think about it though.
Anal. Why does a word that sounds so ugly have to feel so good? My thoughts are so weird, and yet, I’m okay with this. Embrace your weirdness. I nod confidently at the idea.
Lo pauses the movie. “Are you doing okay?” His amber eyes flit from my head to waist to hands, evaluating my state of being.
“Great. Why?”
“You nodded to yourself.” He cups my cheek, and I do this thing—I nestle towards his palm. More. More. Closer.
He can’t hear my chant, but he must see it in my eyes. Date night.
Who knew “date night” would be a chant against sex? It is though. For me, it is. I clasp his wrist like I’m going to peel his hand away. I end up freezing, his large palm so warm against my cheek.
You nodded to yourself, I remember him saying.
“So?” How is nodding bad? I’m a nodder. A confident, self-proclaimed nodder. I frown. Is a nodder even a thing? I need Connor Cobalt to tell me if it’s a real word—but not right now. I do not need Connor Cobalt in regards to sex.
Lo flips the remote in his free hand. “You only do that when you’re boosting yourself up over something.”
I clear my throat. “I’m reminding myself that anal may sound like an ugly word and I can still like it and that’s okay.” I nod again. Fuck it, I’m a nodder—whether that’s a word or not.
Lo laughs into a smile.
I realize I’m still imprisoning his palm against my face. “This is yours…” I give Lo his hand back.
His smile fades to the point where he looks wounded.
“Unless…can I have it?”
He leans forward like he plans to kiss me, but then he teases, inching a breath backwards. I gasp, needy.
“Lily Hale,” he says my name in a sexy whisper. So close. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. “You can have more than just my hand.”
Yes.
I try to kiss him, but he teases again, his lips bypassing mine.
Against my ear, he murmurs, “Slowly.”
I ache and throb. He rotates more towards me, his knee on the cushion. His hand takes a perilous journey through the sleeve of my muscle shirt.
He skims the skin beside my breast. Closer. Closer.
“Lo,” I breathe, even more needy. I try to kiss him again.
He turns his head, and my lips touch his jaw.
“You’re the biggest tease,” I complain.
Lo smiles like he could tease me a thousand more years. “What about now, love?” His thumb brushes my nipple, his full hand cupping my breast. He flicks the sensitive bud, and I jolt, my lips parting, nerves lighting up.
I whip my head to the side, my legs shaking. Then I notice the movie paused on the screen. Date night.
“Lo…” I wince at myself.
“Lily?” Alarm spikes his voice. He rests his palm on my pregnant belly, scared for the baby, then his other hand touches my cheek. Scared for me.
“ImfineImfine,” I say so quickly. “But date night?” I don’t want to be the reason we cut the movie short.
His shoulders lower, relaxing. “Can I tell you a secret?” His voice deepens to a whisper again. Then he gently guides my back to the couch, so I lie lengthwise.
As he remains above me, I fixate on Lo, his hand back beneath my muscle shirt. “Does it involve cocks?”
He squeezes my small breast. “One cock.”
I’m wet. “Your cock?”
He grabs my hand. “This cock.” He unbuttons and unzips his jeans before stuffing my hand down his pants and boxer-briefs.
He’s so hard.
My eyes grow big. I didn’t think he’d be hard right now. I thought he was in movie-mode.
Lo says, “I want this night with you. Because I want to fuck you, not just because you want to fuck me or because of the six-week no-sex period after Luna arrives.”
My pulse quickens. I open my mouth to speak, but words escape me. In my silence, he removes my hand from his pants, and then he wedges a pillow beneath my lower back, my legs already split apart for him.
Come closer. Kiss me. Fill me.
I blink a couple times. What if I’m interpreting him wrong? What if he’s not suggesting sex right now? “Wait…what does this mean?”
Lo hovers over me. “Lily Hale.” His eyes never leaving mine, he plants a burning kiss to my collarbone. Another on my neck. I try to buck forward, but the weight of my stomach keeps me grounded. “I…” He pulls my shirt off, my breasts in view. “Want…” His lips skim my nipples. I shiver. Oh my God. “To…” His tongue laps the stiff flesh. “Fuck…”
Inside me. Come inside me.
His hand dives down my leggings and panties. He cups my heat. “You…” He pushes two fingers inside of me.
I gasp, my head rocking back, my muscles tightening. Yesyesyes. He pulses his fingers, and my toes curl. “OhmyGod.” I dizzy.
His lips catch mine. I sink against his affection that deepens, that originates from the pit of his soul. We kiss like we’ve been told this will be our last. We show each
other why it couldn’t be the end. Even if other people said it should be.
He breaks apart, just to pull off my leggings and panties with one hand, his lips right against mine, our eyes glued to one another. In my ragged breath, I ask, “Are you hornier than me? That’s not…”
“Not what?” His edged voice makes me quake in want.
By the time I respond, we’re both naked. “Not…possible.” I writhe as his fingers find the most pleasurable spot. He pulses them faster, over and over, and my back arches.
I cry upwards, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Yesyesyes!”
Lips back to my ear, he whispers, “You’re about to feel how horny I am, love.”
Oh my…my hands skim his abs as his hardness nears me. “Closer,” I beg.
“How close?” he teases, waiting and waiting.
Sweat coats my skin. “All the way…in.”
Lo has one protective hand on my abdomen. As though reminding himself to take this easy for our baby. Then he fills me so full.
It sets me on edge. I tense up, and the way he stares at me does me in. Our eyes connect while he rocks against me, his muscles flexing.
“Closer, closer,” I keep begging, even if he’s as close as he can go. I want to be completely consumed by Loren Hale.
A grunt in his throat, he moves slower but deeper. I feel each shift inside of me. I want to sit on him. I want to blow him. I want to do a thousand different things to him, and I want him to do a thousand different things to me.
My world rotates at the next thrust. “Lo…”
His fingers graze my nipple. He pinches. I shudder and moan, hugging onto him.
“Lo.”
His hand runs down my leg, towards my thigh.
“I want to sit on you,” I suddenly blurt out. I also tell him four more positions that are impossible pregnant. “…and come in my mouth.”
I’m high-maintenance in bed. He told me so last week. In a loving kind of way.
Lo kisses me on the lips while he rocks forward. I clutch his sides, still full of him. We’re one. We’ve always been one.
And when our bodies meld, the need feels beyond need and more like survival. We’re surviving this world together.
I reach a peak and only look at Lo, my body shaking in euphoria.