Page 44 of Riding Bare

Tipping my chin, I look down at the top of her head, then shift my gaze to slide over her body. Her hand rests on her belly. It’s small still. I don’t even notice it all the time, but I swear it’s growing a bit more each passing day. I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about that, but I fucking love it.

I’m excited for this baby. I want him. He doesn’t know it yet, but even though he’s not my blood…

He’s my son.

He’ll have my last name, and I can’t fucking wait for every single moment. I had resigned myself, at my age, to the fact that I wouldn’t have any children at all. It wasn’t something I thought about, but now that it’s a possibility, I can’t fucking wait.

My lips twitch into a smile before I lower my chin and touch my lips to the top of her head. Closing my eyes, I inhale her. I don’t know what perfect or heaven is, and being the man I am, I will probably never know, but this feels like it could be just that—heaven.

The movie ends, and I didn’t even watch five minutes of it, so lost in thought. Chassis puts pressure against my stomach before she pushes up and tilts her head back. Her eyes find mine and her lips curve up into a grin.

“I’ve been wanting to watch that movie for a few months. Thanks for watching it with me,” she murmurs.

“I didn’t watch much, gotta admit,” I state.

Her eyes widen. “You didn’t?”

Shaking my head once, I clear my throat. “Busy thinking. Can’t turn my brain off when something is in the works.”

“You mean something you can’t control?”

Spot fucking on.

“Yeah,” I confirm with a snort. “I can’t control any of this, and it’s wrecking me.”

Before I realize what she’s doing, she’s already straddling my thighs. I grab hold of her hips, keeping her right there. Letting my head fall back against the couch cushion, I look up at her.

Absolutely fucking stunning.

Releasing her hip, I reach up and slide my palm along her cheek, my gaze never leaving hers. My thumb glides across her bottom lip. My eyes are focused on her blue ones. My entire fucking body craves this woman.

“Amos,” Chassis whispers.

Her eyes search my own, her lips curve up into a grin, and then she wraps her fingers around my wrist before she turns her head, her lips touching the center of my palm. I don’t know how in the fuck, but I could come just like this.

My cock hardens, pressing against the zipper of my jeans. Then she leans forward, closing the distance between us, her lips so close to mine that I almost feel them. When she speaks, they touch mine with every word she says, and I can’t deny that shit is fucking erotic.

“Control me. At least here, for this.”

CHAPTER

THIRTY-FIVE

DARE

Chassis frees me from my jeans. So far, I’m not in control of shit, and I don’t mind it. Reaching for her thighs, I grip them. I love her long legs, her curvy body, her long fucking hair, but these eyes, they completely and totally own me.

Any man would die to have her, but I’m not any man. I will kill to keep her. I hold my breath for a moment, then glide one of my hands up her spine, curling it around the back of her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair.

My other hand I slip between her legs, curling my finger in the center of her panties. I tug them to the side, then slip my finger through her folds, guiding it inside her before I curl it.

Her eyes widen, her lips part, and then she lets out a heavy sigh against my mouth. I swallow her breath, the sound, as she begins to move.

Gliding another finger into her hot, wet heat, I curl them both, making a come-hither motion, watching as she rides my fingers. Shifting my thumb slightly, I press it against her clit as she moves, rolling her hips, searching for her release.

“Amos,” she exhales. “I’m so close.”

Hearing her say that, feeling her lips move against mine as she rolls her hips, searching for her release, I can tell she’s close. Her pussy flutters when I slip my tongue inside her mouth and taste her.