Page 9 of One Last Time

Her next favorite thing was to watch him undress while she spread her thighs wide and showed him every inch of her that was only his. He made her wet just by being close. She shivered and sighed when he came a little closer to see her fingers roving through her slit. That pleased hum of his when he kneeled between her widened legs with his cock hard under fast strokes of his hand had her vibrating with need.

He ate her first.

Hungry.

Crazy.

Until she was flying high.

And then he fucked her the way she loved the most—on her knees, her face and chest pushed to the bed by his hands, while he nailed her hard from behind until she was whining with another orgasm and feeling like she couldn’t breathe.

Nothing had to matter when they were like that.

Nothing at all.

FIVE

“Babe.”

“Hmm?”

Andino shot Haven a grin from the driver’s seat. “We’re here.”

For the first time since they left their home that morning, much earlier than they normally would to beat traffic and be where they needed to be with time to spare, Haven looked away from the passenger window like she had just noticed their surroundings. While she couldn’t see the tall buildings outside the parking garage, he knew she would recognize where they were well enough considering how many times he’d used this since they started coming to the specialist’s clinic.

“Oh,” Haven murmured.

“You good?”

Her gaze met his, and he swore that every emotion she felt stared back at him in those moments. No, he didn’t think his wife was one hundred percent okay, but who would be when they were about to go in to begin another weeks-long round of IVF that, so far, had yet to lead them down a path that ended with a baby.

It was exhausting.

Emotionally draining.

Even he knew that.

“I’m just tired,” Haven said, shrugging one shoulder.

He didn’t really need her to explain. Not when he knew exactly what she meant all too well. He also didn’t think his wife wanted him to list all the reasons why they could and should do this again, so instead, he leaned over in the seat after unbuckling to get closer to her. She turned her head more toward him when his palm found the soft warmth of her neck. The pad of his thumb traced lines over the colorful ink that peeked out beneath the collar of her jacket, and then up to the cursive A and the little star behind her ear.

Haven’s small shiver and sweet sigh from his touch had Andino wishing they’d spent just a little more time in bed the last week—but fuck, even that was monitored and dictated by doctors far more than he wanted to admit.

“I love you, Haven,” he murmured.

She smiled. “And I love you.”

“If you want to call this off—”

“I don’t.”

Andino chuckled. “Okay, but anytime you do, babe, you just say the word. The girls are always going to be enough.”

She dragged in a breath, and met his gaze before staring over his shoulder at the waiting bank of elevators. The middle would take them up to the clinic. Soon, they needed to be out of their vehicle and heading inside if they didn’t want to miss their appointment. The clinic didn’t make exceptions for those who were late.

“This is it—one last time, Andino.”

He nodded. “All right, one last time.”