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"We'll take it as slow as you want to take it after I give you this," he says. "But if you don't let me lick that little cunt until you're creaming all over my face, I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. I fucking hated losing your taste."
"Yes," I say, wanting it as badly as he does. Needing it as badly as he does. I can't resist him. God help me, but I can't. All he has to do is touch me, and I'm lost to him. Lost in him. I don't want to come up for air or think or go slow or be rational or do any of the things I know I should do. I just want to glut myself on him and damn the consequences.
He presses a hard kiss to my lips and then prowls down my body, stopping to lavish attention on my breasts. I groan and arch toward his wicked mouth, stunned at how much more sensitive my breasts are now. As soon as his teeth close around my hard nipple, my clit throbs.
I cry out his name, my hand flying into his hair.
He tears my shirt right down the center, too impatient and greedy to pull it off over my head. I cry out again, my stomach clenching. There's something so damn sexy about his impatience, about his strength. He could easily hurt me, but when he touches me, he touches me with complete reverence, as if I'm a priceless work of art. His big hands are worshipful on my body. The dichotomy is addictive.
He stares at me for a long moment as if memorizing my body again. My heart pounds against my ribcage, beating a dizzying, frenetic rhythm. Can he tell that my body is changing? That my breasts are fuller? My stomach subtly rounding?
"Fuck, I missed these tits," he finally groans, burying his face between them. He presses a sweet kiss to my sternum, and then turns his head, marking the right side of my breast. His fingers close over my left nipple, pinching and pulling.
I claw his shoulders, sobbing his name.
"I can't wait until you let me in again," he says, lifting his head to look at me. "I'm going to tie you to the bed and keep you there for days. You'll tell me every single fantasy you've ever had."
I'm pretty sure he's already fulfilled every fantasy I've ever had. But I'll make up new ones if it means getting to explore them with him. I don't feel shy or awkward in his arms. I feel like a queen. When he touches me, I come alive. I don't ever want it to end.
"Cortez, please," I moan, pushing against his shoulders.
"Horny little thing," he chuckles, pinching my nipple again. "You're lucky I'm fucking desperate to make you come again, or I'd keep you on the edge just to see how much you can take before you break for me." He prowls down my body again, nipping at my stomach.
He lingers there for a moment, nuzzling me. Seeing his dark head bent over my belly is emotional in ways I didn't expect. A lump forms in my throat, tears pricking at my eyes.
I have to tell him. I don't want to be the kind of person who keeps the truth from him, not for any length of time. It doesn't matter if I'm scared. It doesn't matter if he breaks my heart in the end. Regardless of what happens between the two of us, he deserves to know now that he's going to be a father.
He's been nothing but good to me since the beginning. My heart is screaming at me to let go of the fear and trust him. I've never let fear rule me before. I can't start now either. That's not the kind of person I want to be. It's not what I want to teach our baby. I'm in love with this man, and I'm pretty sure he loves me too. If I don't leap now, I'll regret it forever.
"Cortez, I—"
"You're so goddamn perfect, Piper," he breathes at the same time, lifting his head. The intensity in his gaze steals my breath, sapping the moisture from my mouth. He doesn't look at me like a man capable of disappearing at the drop of the hat. No. He looks at me like a man staring into the face of forever. "So goddamn perfect."
"Cortez," I mouth, trembling.
"I'm going to make you fall in love with me again, sweet Piper," he vows quietly, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties. "When you give me your heart this time, I'll guard it with my fucking life."
I can't give him my heart again. He's had it all along. But I don't get a chance to tell him that. He tugs my panties down my thighs, pulling them off my legs, and then his eyes land on my center. His possessive growl is loud enough to shake the heavens.
"Fucking hell," he swears, shouldering my legs apart. "You're soaked."
"You made me that way!"
"Good. That means it's my mess to clean up," he growls, crawling between my legs. He hits me with a wicked smirk that only makes me wetter. "You better hang onto something, sweet little Piper. I haven't had you to eat in months and I'm starving for this cunt."
"Cortez," I groan. I don't think I'll ever get used to the way he speaks to me. He's shameless and filthy and forthright. He holds nothing back, letting me know exactly what he thinks and how he feels. I don't have to guess if he likes something. He tells me, in the filthiest language possible. It's sexy as hell.
"Next time you say my name, it better be when you're screaming it, pretty baby," he says. "I want to hear it ringing in my ears while you're grinding that cunt against my mouth and giving me exactly what I want."
"Oh my god."
"That's right," he growls, blowing across my clit. His hot breath sends lava into my veins. I clutch the sheets, nearly crawling out of my skin because it feels so damn good. My head thrashes against the pillow, a sob pouring from my lips. "I am your god, Piper. Now, grind that cunt against my mouth and give me my offering."
The first swipe of his tongue through my folds is heaven and hell. Heaven because I've missed it so damn much…and hell because I've missed it so damn much. I forgot just how good he is with his mouth. And oh my god, he's good with his mouth. How did I forget? How could I forget?
I sob in ecstasy and regret, wishing I'd made a different choice that morning. That I hadn't let doubt win. That I'd believed in him a little bit harder. He deserved for me to believe in him. But I didn't. I couldn't imagine what a man like him could possibly see in a girl like me, so I ran at the first sign of trouble. Idoubted him. I doubted us.
He didn't leave me there. I left. I ran. I'm the one who broke us.
"Wrap those legs around my head, Piper," he growls against my pussy, turning his head to nip my thigh. "I want to drown in you before I leave this bed."
I hurry to obey, willing to give him anything he wants if he keeps making me feel like this. I wrap my thighs around his head, holding him in place. He grunts his approval, attacking my center with renewed fervor. His lips and tongue touch me everywhere, his sounds loud and messy as he eats me.
I grind against his face, bucking my hips into his mouth. Sobs of pleasure ring out around us, so loud I'm sure my neighbors hear them. I can't seem to find the will to care if the whole damn planet hears what this man is doing to me. Part of me hopes they do.
"Mine," Cortez growls before sucking my clit into his mouth. "Mine. This pussy is mine."
It is his. God help me, I'm his.
I shatter like finely blown glass exploding apart at the seams. Little pieces of me fly in every direction, scattering to the winds. Cortez roars like a lion staking a claim on his territory and then goes back to his meal, not letting up until a second orgasm and then a third fires through me in rapid succession.
"Mine," he says again, laying me gently back on the bed. He presses a hot kiss to my clit and then my mound. Another to my belly and then my sternum. His blue eyes meet mine, burning with sincerity. "You're mine, sweet little Piper. I don't fucking care how long it takes me to convince you, I won't give up until you see it too."
I don't have the strength left to tell him that I already see it. He doesn't give me a chance anyway. He leans down over me, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
"I'm mad as hell I didn't wake you up that way two months ago," he mutters, brushing sweaty tendrils of hair back from my face. "There's no way the café breakfast beat that."
"Mm," I moan.
