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“Mostly,” she admits. “You’re sure about this? About us?”
“N-never been more p-p-positive, Sunflower.”
Her eyes close and I start to worry that I somehow failed to get through to her. Then she strokes me again, before sliding down my body. I let her go—because I’ve done a lot of stupid shit, but I’m not stupid enough to stop her from positioning herself between my legs, stroking my cock and smiling up at me with a totally wicked glint in her eye.
“Lyla,” I groan as her pretty, petal-soft tongue flattens against my hard shaft and licks the precum that has slid down from the head.
“My turn to be sweet,” she says, right before sucking me into that hot mouth of hers and showing me what heaven really is…
Chapter 26
Lyla
Two Days Later
“Dang it,” I huff as quietly as I can, putting my hand on my stomach.
“Something wrong, honey?” Thomas asks, his voice filled with sleep. He rubs his hand over his eyes and I watch him. It’s a simple thing, but he’s so dang sexy that I can’t stop watching. I have my nightstand light on dim because I was reading. I suddenly wish it was bright so I could see him even better.
“Our bundle of joy is giving her mother heartburn. I can’t get comfortable. Go back to sleep, Thomas. I’ll go into the living room and lay on the couch so I don’t bother you.”
“B-bullshit. You aren’t leaving,” he grumbles, spooning me and rubbing on my back. My eyes close as the pleasure of his touch moves through me.
“Your touch feels good,” I practically moan. I feel Thomas’s body move as he chuckles. “I wasn’t joking.”
“I know b-baby. You’re good for my ego.”
“Whatever, just don’t stop.”
“G-g-got it, Sunflower,” he laughs.
“Don’t you have to be at the club early in the morning?” I yawn as I ask. I’m not sure he can even understand what I’m saying. I’m exhausted but so miserable that sleep isn’t possible. It’s been two days since Thomas and I mostly hashed things out and it’s been good. I know he is going to bring up looking for a place together soon and I want to do that, too. I just feel guilty, because I’m asking Thomas to give up everything and move to Virginia. He acts like it’s no big thing, but I know better…
“Your dad asked m-me to. D-d-do you need me?”
“That’s a loaded question.”
“W-w-what does that mean?”
I look over my shoulder at him and damn if I don’t feel more defenses that I’ve tried to keep in place slip. Thomas is this crazy mix of sexy alpha male who takes charge of everything, gentle best friend who is always keeping my head above water, sexy boyfriend who sets my body on fire, and a man who was once a broken vessel who doesn’t even realize he’s completely beautiful and whole now.
I love him.
I loved him from the moment I first met him and I love him more today than should be possible. I want to take away the pain he’s felt. I want to show him how special he is and how I would choose him over and over again without even blinking. I want to tell him that. I don’t because I’m scared.
“You are making it so that I need you to breathe, Thomas.”
My words hang between us and I’m not sure what to do. The minute I whisper them, I feel fear spread through me. I hadn’t meant to reveal quite so much.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Come here.”
His hand moves along the side of my face and I turn into him, just as his lips take mine. My heart pounds, but there’s so much hunger in the vibration of his words that I let myself go completely. I can’t keep him at a distance anymore. I love him and it doesn’t matter that I’ve not truly admitted it to him. I know it and I don’t want to push him away.
I don’t want to lose him.
His hand moves under his T-shirt that I have on. I’m going to have to start wearing something different soon. His shirts still fit and are big on me, but my belly is definitely growing. It won’t take long and they’ll fit around me tightly. I feel him caressing my breast and I moan into his mouth. He swallows the sound down, his tongue becoming hungrier as he kisses me with an urgency that makes my heart pound. He can ignite my passion so effortlessly. He pulls back to remove my shirt from my body and I lift my arms, anxiously helping him. We’re struggling because he comes back to my mouth and we kiss again, only to stop so he can tug on the shirt again. It makes me laugh with pure joy. I love that he can’t quit kissing me—it’s good to know that I’m not the only one that loses themselves in the desire that we create together.
