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It seemed like the fastest way to get us back together. It would cut through all her arguments and hesitations. Right to the happiness I wanted to give her.
She rolled toward me in her sleep, her body flush and warm from the cocoon we’d made under the blankets. I never could resist her like this.
I rubbed the flat of my hand down her back, along her spine, and then over her ass, the thick curve of her thigh. She straightened her leg like a cat being petted, her foot slipping between mine and then bending just slightly, opening her body up to me and more of my touch.
Yes, Ronnie. Just like that.
Over and over again I stroked her until she was nearly purring. Until I was hard against the soft skin of her belly.
“What are you doing?” she asked with sleepy smile. Too drowsy and too turned on to be self-conscious.
“Nothing.” I kissed the end of her nose. “What are you doing?”
My fingers lingered where she liked them best and she caught her breath. Under the covers her fingers found the hard length of my cock.
I let her touch me for a minute before I shifted her and forced her hand away. There were things I was trying to make up for. Things I was trying to accomplish, and I lost my focus when her hand was on my dick. When she was on her knees in front of me, like she had been last night, taking me as far into her mouth as she could, things became blurry. My goals. Plans. When she was taking care of me I forgot how badly I needed to take care of her. How much I had to make up for.
And I could handle that—tolerate it—only sometimes.
That might have been the mistake last time; I’d gotten too used to my own pleasure.
I rolled her onto her side, facing away from me, her top leg bent forward. I came up behind her, my dick pressed to the heat and damp of her. I slipped my hand down her chest, over her warm breasts, her round stomach, until my palm covered her pussy.
This was her favorite. Well, it used to be. I was ready to find out if old favorites still pleased.
She twitched, arched up, and I followed, my dick nudging at the entrance to her body. I positioned myself so that with one thrust forward I would be inside of her.
She clapped a hand to my hip and went absolutely still. “You don’t…have a condom?”
Five years of abstinence required very few condoms.
“No,” I said and kissed her shoulder. Not pushing, but not going away, either.
“I haven’t been on the pill in five years,” she whispered, and I lifted my head so I could see her face. My fingers covering her pussy twitched, rubbing her clit. She gulped air like she was desperate. And against my fingers and the head of my cock she was wet.
Wanting.
“You want children,” I said. And the thought of her swollen, with our baby in her body, was like a dream. A wish I didn’t have the courage to wish for. And because I was a bastard, because I was so close to everything I’d ever wanted, I pushed an inch inside of her. Where she was warm and wet and ready. “I want to see you with our baby.”
17
CLAYTON
I was drunk on this half pleasure and full fantasy. I slipped my hand over her breasts and her stomach, imagining the changes. Imagining how beautiful she’d be.
I pulled my hips back, easing out before easing back in another inch. In my arms she vibrated, she trembled and shook.
“You want it,” I said. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her body flushed with the pleasure I was about to bring down on her like a storm. “It would feel so good.”
“So good,” she agreed.
Fuck. Yes.
Another inch and it felt like the top of my head was going to blow off.
“But not like this,” she said, her hand braced against my hip, holding me back. “Not…now. So soon.”
Of course. My logical Veronica had returned at the last possible moment. I eased out of her, the air cold against the inches of my flesh that had been inside her.
“Are you mad?” she asked.
I blinked at her. “Of course not.”
“You’re sure—?”
I kissed her and stopped her words before rolling her onto her back. “Not mad. It’s your body. Your choice. I was being an opportunistic bastard.”
She smiled against my mouth, her arms coming up over my shoulders. Her hips lifted and I imagined she didn’t even know she was doing it.
“It felt good,” she breathed. “I missed having sex with you. I liked the way we fuck.”
Her words lit fires under my skin.
“I want you to come,” I whispered against her neck. Her ear. And she nodded, opening her legs for me.
