Page 200 of Say My Name

She strokes me again, tighter, and I stop talking.

She releases me and strips off her sweater, bra, leggings, and panties with an unhurried confidence that makes my throat dry. Her body is the same one I’ve memorized, but I map it differently now. The curve of her belly, the slope of her hips—it’s not just her body anymore. It’s the home of our child.

When she steps between my knees, I place my hands on her waist, my touch reverent.

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

I press my lips beneath her navel and spread one hand over her stomach.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me,” she says.

“I’m not afraid of you. I’ve just known about the baby for less than an hour. Allow me a moment to lose my mind.”

“I’m still me.”

“I know.” I kiss her stomach again. “You’re still the woman who lied about ovulating so she could seduce me.”

“You believed me.”

“I trusted you.”

She winces. “I deserved that.”

“It wasn’t a weapon.” I look up at her. “I trusted you then. I trust you now.”

“I won’t lie to get you into bed again.”

“You won’t need to.”

Elena plants both hands on my shoulders and pushes me farther onto the mattress. I move back until the headboard meets my shoulders, and she follows, straddling my thighs.

My cock lies hard between us. She settles over it, wet heat dragging along the length of me, and I have to grip the sheets to keep from taking over.

“Touch me,” she says.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

She takes my hands and puts one on her breast and the other low on her stomach. The choice is deliberate. So is the trust behind it.

I brush my thumb over her nipple. Her breath catches, and her hips roll against me.

“Too much?”

“No.” She presses into my palm. “Do it like that.”

I repeat the motion while she sets the pace, slow enough to make every pass of her slick pussy over my cock feel like a threat.

“Tell me why you brought me in here,” I say.

“Because I love you. Because I want you.”

“All of me?”

“Yes. Your child, your reliability, the orgasms, and the whole man attached to them.”