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Then again, our day together had been pretty unreal before I’d spilled the baby crackers. Dream was actually a pretty apt description.
Except he’d claimed to have a buzz—and his voice had definitely indicated that—but he seemed entirely too lucid for someone who’d spent a couple of hours drinking.
Unless Asher even got drunk differently than other people.
I rolled my achy shoulders. He did everything differently than other men. Was that why I couldn’t keep my distance?
But I didn’t run after him. No, I took my sweet ass time. Once I was sure Lily was still asleep, I tucked her in her crib and turned on the little music mobile that seemed to bring her comfort. She didn’t move. Hopefully, she’d get some rest now that she had a full belly again, thanks to the bottle of formula I’d given her earlier.
After a quick stop in the bathroom to freshen up—and give myself about fifteen pep talks—I went down the hall to the master bedroom. Clothes and shoes were all over the floor, as if Asher had let them fly.
On the bed, Asher was sprawled out, completely nude.
Completely hard.
It was insanely stupid that I didn’t turn around. Clearly, he wasn’t in a talking mood. From the state of his erection, there was a good chance he’d, uh, primed the pump since he’d left the nursery.
But I didn’t want to talk either. I definitely didn’t want to fight. He’d apologized, and God, I wanted to believe he meant it.
In the middle of the night, nothing seemed wrong.
What felt wrong was standing on the opposite side of this doorway another minute, watching him watch me.
I took off my shirt and let it drop onto the floor with Asher’s clothes. He leaned up on his elbows, staring at me intently. Memorizing every detail as I undid my braid and snapped the band around my wrist. I didn’t take off my panties. I didn’t know why. Maybe so I’d have one last barrier if my common sense returned.
Or maybe I just wanted to watch him fuck me while I still wore my chaste white cotton.
I crawled across the bed to him on my hands and knees. I was still self-conscious about my body, more so as I knew it was already starting to change, but it was hard to feel anything less than beautiful when Asher’s gaze was drinking me down. He held out a hand and drew me toward his chest, groaning as my breasts pressed against his skin.
“I like coming home to you,” he whispered before our mouths met with just as much hunger as earlier. And just as much as that very first night, when we’d chosen to get naked by firelight rather than talk.
This was a much easier language for us to share.
I slipped my hands into his hair and nibbled on his lips, bearing down harder as he cupped my ass. He squeezed hard before delving between my thighs to toy with my panties. Rubbing me through them, and then under them, his fingers finding the heart of me unerringly and slipping inside.
“Wet for me.”
I bit his lower lip. “That’s the state you left me in.”
His groan blazed through me, a sound I echoed at the deep press of his fingers. He pushed all the way into me before drawing out in a slow, slippery slide. He did it another time, harder. My clit throbbed and I ground against him, fumbling for his cock. The damp tip slid over my nipple, and I wasn’t sure which of us moaned louder.
He rolled me beneath him and spent his share of time sucking on my nipples. Both of them, including the one that had to taste like him. His pupils blew wide in the moonlight as he carefully tended to me, his teeth sharp, his tongue so erotic. But he was gentle with my breasts. He knew I was pregnant now, and he must’ve remembered my reaction in the hot tub earlier, even through the alcohol. His gaze remained on my face, minutely gauging my reaction to every movement he made.
All the while, his heavy cock slid up and down my cleft, making me squirm and bite my lip.
He inched down my body, dropping ki
sses as he went, hovering over my belly. I didn’t know how he’d react, but he stared at it for the longest time until I had to touch him. I brushed my hand through his hair, and then he rested his cheek on my palm.
There weren’t words, so I didn’t try to fill the silence with them.
The momentary sweetness made me warm all over, but in no time, he was slipping downward again. He kissed my navel and continued on, nudging aside my panties to lick me where I was already so soaked. My clit pulsed under his attention, and I strained toward his mouth, spreading my legs wider while he lapped at me. He didn’t rip my panties or remove them, just enjoyed me despite them.
God, he enjoyed me.
As I enjoyed him. I relished every push of his fingers inside me, every swipe of his tongue, every heated glance meant to ensure I was with him each step of the way.
The orgasm rolled through me, swift and merciless. I smothered my cries in the pillow beside me, digging my nails into the back of his neck when he turned into an overachiever and decided to give me another. He didn’t even pause long enough to let me catch my breath.
