She hurried out of bed wearing one of his shirts and rushed him. Straddling him, she sighed. "I missed you." She kissed him.
"Not more than I missed you." He kissed her back. "Are you wearing my shirt?"
Becky nodded with a small smile. "It makes me feel closer to you when you're not here."
As they kissed, she felt her body responding. His hands ran down her back, cupping her ass. She deepened the kiss, praying he didn't stop. She didn't need the protective Sloan at the moment. She needed the dominant lover who took her hard and fast. Damn, she was horny and needed him bad.
Sloan broke the kiss and started to move her.
Becky jumped off him so fast she almost fell, and if it wasn't for his quick reflexes, she would have. She pushed his hands off her.
"I'm fine." Becky snapped, giving his hand one last slap before turning to walk away, but Sloan grabbed her. "What?"
"What's wrong?" Sloan frowned, his eyes narrowing.
"I'm horny, okay." Becky blurted, her frustration off the charts. She wanted to wipe that surprised smile right off his face. "Don't you dare laugh at me, Sloan Murphy. I'm pregnant and horny. My hormones are off the charts, and my husband doesn't want to touch me."
She snapped her arm away and walked toward the bathroom.
"Where in the hell are you going?" Sloan growled, but Becky didn't even turn around.
"To take care of what my husband won't." Becky snapped, feeling aggravated and hurt. "Just like I did with my first pregnancy."
Becky walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. She knew she was probably being over the top, but dammit, shewanted him so bad, and she wanted him to want her. Was that so wrong?
The door suddenly swung open, slamming against the wall scaring her half to death.
She squealed when Sloan picked her up and walked out of the bathroom, heading toward the bed. He didn't toss her onto the bed, but laid her down, then ripped off his shirt as he glared at her.
"As long as I walk this earth, I take care of your needs." Sloan started unbuckling his pants as he continued to give her a stern look. "And even though it would give me great pleasure to kill your ex, I will not do that to Frankie, even if the bastard is a shitty father. I suggest you never compare us again."
"I didn't," Becky said, then snapped her mouth shut when his eyes narrowed.
Okay, maybe she kinda did, but there was no comparison. She hadn't wanted her ex touching her when she was pregnant with Frankie. Sloan, on the other hand, she wanted inside her, and it was driving her insane.
He cocked his eyebrow at her admission, and she felt she needed to explain. She definitely didn’t want him thinking she compared him to Frank.
“Sloan there is no comparison, and I didn’t mean it that way. I never wanted my ex to touch me,” Her eyes kept traveling down his body as he shed his pants. He was hard and ready which had her squirming. It felt like forever since they’d been together. “But I want you so bad it hurts.”
The sternness of his face softened as he stared down at her, then put one knee on the bed as he caged her in with his hands on both sides of her head as he looked down at her.
“I need you to promise me that if I hurt you in any way, you will tell me.” Sloan said as he searched her eyes.
“You won’t,” Becky whispered, reaching up running her hand down his bare chest.
“Promise me,” he didn’t budge and waited for her response.
“I promise, Sloan.” Becky said, then sighed. “Now please will you touch me. I’ve missed you.”
Sloan leaned down and kissed her softly at first as he lowered himself onto his elbows, but kept his weight off her. The kisses deepened telling her that he wanted her just as bad. The tip of her breast touched his bare chest making her body burn. Lifting her hands she cupped his face as one hand started at her hip to roam up her body. His hands were so large and rough which added friction to his touch that she loved, and craved.
The moment his lips claimed hers, every ounce of frustration she'd been carrying disappeared. She melted beneath him, kissing him back just as desperately. God, she missed his touch and the way he made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.
His lips left hers, trailing down her neck to her shoulder before finding her breasts, which were overly sensitive, especially now. Sloan's mouth and tongue teased one breast before moving to the other, driving her crazy. Her pussy throbbed as his hand slid lower. He cupped her while his mouth continued tormenting her. Feeling how wet she was, he growled as one finger slowly slipped inside her.
Becky hissed in pleasure as he stretched her with two fingers, moving them in and out slowly. She started moving her hips impatiently, trying to get him to go faster. He lifted his head, their eyes meeting. The passion she saw there almost sent her over the edge.
"Sloan, please," she moaned just as he pulled his fingers free.
