I tossed the jumper to the floor. Her T-shirt went next, then her bra, and when I stroked her breasts, she closed her eyes and moaned. They were larger than they’d been last time we’d done this, and deliciously sensitive. She gasped as I caressed her nipples, leaning into the touch like she was aching for it.
“You’re gorgeous,” I told her as my hands dropped to cradle her stomach.
She laughed softly. “I’m huge.”
“You’ve never looked more beautiful.” I leaned in to kiss her again, and I couldn’t help getting lost in the sounds she made as I stroked her everywhere I could reach. She tugged on my jumper impatiently, and I pulled it over my head before stripping off my pants. Isla shimmied out of hers, and I knelt down to give her some help with the maternity leggings.
I kissed my way back up her thigh, and her hand tightened in my hair. “Please.”
“Lie back,” I said, grinning up at her.
She did, shifting onto the bed. We found the right combination of pillows to position under her hips so she was comfortable, then I crawled between her legs, pressing a kiss to the underside of her belly.
“I can’t even see you down there,” she laughed.
“That’s okay,” I growled. “All you need to do is feel.” When I pressed my tongue to her clit, she gasped. I lapped at the sensitive bud, remembering exactly what she liked. I stroked andsucked, dancing my tongue to the tune of her breathing, feeling her squirm. As she started to come, I eased off. The sound of her orgasm was the sweetest music I’d ever heard.
“Oh, God!” Isla gasped as I crawled alongside her body. She pressed her hand to her forehead, laughing. “I’ve missed this.”
I kissed her shoulder, lying on my side next to her. I stroked her stomach, her breasts, her hip, simply taking her in as she came down from the high. Slowly, her hand inched across my stomach, fingers trailing lower before wrapping around my cock. She stroked it enticingly, and I groaned.
“I want you,” I growled into her ear, clamping down on my control as a tremor of bliss shivered through me.
“Then help me with these pillows,” she said, giving me a cheeky grin as she turned her back to my chest.
Together, we rearranged the pillows again, getting the right support under her belly and between her knees. “Ready?” I asked, stroking my hand along her backside.
“Yes,” she hissed as my cock pressed against her. She reached back, helping guide me into position. I sank in slowly—partly to make sure she was comfortable, but also so I didn’t embarrass myself. She felt so good, and I’d missed this so much. She groaned as I pulled out and sank back in, moving in that way that told me she wanted more.
I wrapped my hand around her hip and timed my movements, meeting each of her jerks with a thrust of my own. She started to moan, her entire body trembling as I rocked into her.
“Yes, yes,yes!” she murmured on repeat.
“Tell me what you want.”
“More of that,” she said, reaching back for the hand I had on her hip. “More of you.” She brought my hand around to the space between her legs. I found her clit again and rubbed it in concentrated circles, listening to her sharp inhales as I thrusted.
Pressure coiled at the base of my spine, and as Isla cried out, coherent thought left my head. The world exploded, and I grunted, colors shifting behind my eyelids as my orgasm overtook me. Isla trembled against me, moaning as she rode out her second high.
I wrapped myself around her as I caught my breath. “I love you,” I whispered into her neck.
“I love you more.”
“Not possible,” I said, settling contentedly into our new forever. “And I’m going to spend the rest of our lives proving it to you.”
31
ISLA
“We’re feeling very spoiled today,” I said, looking around gratefully. Locke and I were seated on the lobby couch in the middle of the Deerhound, surrounded by friends, family, and a mountain of presents. “Really, this is too much.”
“It’s too close to Christmas for this many gifts,” Locke agreed. “You shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble.”
“Bah!” Jo said, waving off our comments. “It’s no trouble, don’t be daft. Anyway, these are to celebrate thebaby. And the baby has no concept of too many presents.”
I exchanged a wry grin with Locke. When Lena had barged into the inn this morning and ushered us out the door to Cat’s café, we obviously knew she was up to something, but I was still speechless when we’d returned to find half the town crammed into the inn for a surprise baby shower.
What left me even more speechless was that the planning committee had managed to get our parents here for the celebration. I’d recently gotten around to telling Dad about the baby, and even though our relationship would probably alwaysbe challenging, he seemed genuinely excited about becoming a grandfather. My hope with the baby coming was that we’d be able to find more common ground.
