Slashed (Extreme Risk 3)

“Much later,” she says as she tugs my shirt out of my jeans and over my head. She throws it over the banister, and out of the corner my eye, I watch as it flutters to the ground.

“Z’s going to see that when he gets home,” I tell her in between kisses.

“If you don’t get me upstairs in the next two minutes, I guarantee you that’s not all he’s going to see,” she answers as she whips her own shirt over her head and lets it fly.

I laugh for the first time in what feels like weeks.

“God, I love you.”

“I love you, too. But that may change if you’re not inside me in the next five minutes.”

“Well, then.” I scoop her up in my arms and take the remaining steps three at a time. “Never let it be said that I don’t give my woman what she wants.”

I hit her bedroom door at close to a run, then swing her back and toss her on the bed. She squeals as she lands—a totally un-Cam-like sound, and it hits me that she’s pregnant. And that I just threw her.

“Oh, shit. Is the baby okay?” I lean over her, searching her face for any sign of discomfort. “Did I hurt—”

“The baby’s fine. I’m fine.” She loops her arms around my neck and pulls me down onto the bed. “Or I will be once I’m naked.”

She reaches for the buttons on her shorts, but I beat her to it. I unbutton and unzip them quickly, then I’m yanking the shorts and her panties down her long, long, beautiful legs and tossing them over the side of the bed.

Cam moans as I slide my hand up her leg, then she starts in on my jeans. I stop her, and when she starts to protest, I solve the problem by burying my face between her thighs.

“Luc!” she moans, her hands clutching at my hair.

I shudder at the scrape of her fingers against my skull, at the spicy sweetness of her scent, at the sexy taste of her on my tongue as I lick my way inside her. It’s been so long, it’s been so long. The words are a mantra in my brain, a beat in my blood, as I thrust my tongue deep inside her, even as I stroke my thumb around her clit.

She screams, arches her back, and then she’s coming against my mouth.

It’s still not enough, not nearly enough, after being without her for so long.

I slide my hands underneath her, cup her ass. Then lift her up so that her legs are over my shoulders and she is wide open to me.

“Luc,” she cries out, her hands scraping against my shoulders now. “I need—I need—”

I want to tell her that I know exactly what she needs, but to do that would require me taking my mouth off her pussy and that is not going to happen. Not now and probably not for a long damn time.

I slide two fingers inside of her, loving how hot and wet she is around my hand. She cries out again, arching and shuddering against me. Which is another thing I love—how fucking responsive she is. How she just gives her body, gives herself, over to me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

My dick, which is already so fucking hard that it hurts, grows even harder at the thought. I want to be inside her, want to feel all that wet heat as it clenches around me. But I’m not ready to move yet, not ready to give up the soft, desperate sounds she’s making. And I’m sure as fuck not ready to give up the gorgeous taste of her on my tongue.

So I don’t. I stay where I am, head buried between her thighs as I alternate between circling her clit with my tongue and licking my way along her sex. She’s trembling again, her whole body shaking as I get her closer and closer to another orgasm.

I’ve missed her in so many ways these last few months. Missed the way she always makes me laugh, missed the way she looks early in the morning with her gorgeous hair all sleep-tousled and sexy, missed the way she lights up a room just by walking into it. But I’ve missed this, too, missed it so much that I’ve been walking around with a permanent hard-on for what feels like forever.

Now that she’s here, now that she’s mine—now that she loves me and is having my baby—the need is so much worse.

The need to feel her come on my fingers, on my mouth, on my cock. I want it all so badly that I’m nearly insensate with desperation.

“Luc,” she chokes out, hands and voice and body shaking. “Luc, I can’t—”

“You can,” I growl, turning my head and biting her inner thigh hard enough to sting at the same time I twist my fingers deep inside her.

She screams then, shoots right over the edge into a second orgasm. I keep at her, taking her right back up and into a third orgasm before she ever has a chance to come down.

I read in one of the pregnancy books I picked up that women are more responsive during pregnancy due to hormonal changes and increased blood flow to certain areas. I can’t fucking wait to take advantage of that fact, to give Cam as much pleasure as she can stand. To make her as crazy for me as I always am for her.

“Please,” she calls out, her voice hoarse and sexy as fuck. “Please, please, please.” She’s clutching at my shoulders, my chest, trying to pull me up and over her.