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I expect to be alone, but when an arm slides around my waist and pulls me against a torso, I let out a sigh of contentment. It is that, too. I was very disappointed last night. Depressed even. But maybe it’s just a hormone thing.
I feel extra sensitive, anyway, and I hate that. I’m not typically an emotional person, but that’s all I’ve been lately.
It’s not just the pregnancy, though. I think I’m completely on high alert and full of anxiety about Douglas, too. I feel safe here with the Devil’s Hellions, but I can’t let myself feel secure, not yet, not until Douglas is caught and dealt with accordingly.
“You hungry?” Lance asks from behind me, his voice grumbly and sexy with sleep.
“Not yet,” I exhale as I turn around in his arms. Hitching my leg over his hip, I lift my hand and cup his cheek. “At least not for food.”
Lance’s growl fills the room right before his mouth slams down on mine. No more words are spoken. His tongue slips inside of me, tasting me as his hand grips the shirt I’m wearing, pulling it up over my hips until it rests just beneath my breasts. Then that same hand moves toward my panties.
He slips his palm beneath the waistband and grabs ahold of my ass. Gripping me tightly, his fingers dig into my flesh, no doubt causing bruising. I would not mind wearing his marks at all.
Lance shoves my panties down as far as he can, stopping around midthigh. Two fingers dive between my legs and fill me instantly. I cry out, my head shifting backward. His fingers move, curling inside of me, as his thumb circles my clit over and over.
My hips jerk, bucking and rolling. If I was in control at all, it’s completely gone—lost. My entire body trembles as the orgasm rushes through me, consuming me completely. Then, before I recover, before I realize what’s happened, Lance rips my panties all the way off and shoves his arm beneath my thigh, lifting it higher, opening my body for him—to him.
I feel him slide inside. It’s a slow, gentle movement. Once he’s fully inside of me, his eyes find mine and he lets out a trembling sigh before his lips touch mine. He doesn’t deepen the kiss, doesn’t do anything except touch his lips to my own and move inside of me.
It’s perfect.
Just like he is.
Wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck, I grip him tightly, my hips moving and rolling, which is a bit difficult in this position, but I don’t care. I would do anything for this man right now.
If he asked me to bark like a dog, I probably would. Even if that isn’t necessarily my kink, right now, I am that desperate to come again.
Almost frenzied about the whole thing.
I don’t know why I’m feeling it all over again… it’s desperation.
As if my body might implode unless I come as soon as possible. I’ve never come twice like this before, not even with him. But my emotions are all over the place. They’re consuming me as much as the desire to come.
I’m on the edge, about to scream, when it happens. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. There is nothing except feeling. Then he thrusts inside of me once, twice, rocking back and forth until he stops deep inside, burying his face in my neck with a growl.
“Fuck,” he rasps against my throat after he catches his breath.
He lifts his head, his eyes find mine, and he brushes my hair behind my ear, tucking it in as his eyes focus on mine.
“Shower and then breakfast before I show you what I meant to show you yesterday?”
His words are a whispered murmur, his eyes so soft and kind. I don’t know who this man is, but I’m falling deeper in love with him. I thought I loved him before, but now I realize I wasn’t seeing all of him. There is more behind those eyes, and now I want to know it all.
“Feed me,” I whisper. “More than just orgasms.”
He lets out a chuckle and slowly slips out, rolling onto his back for just a moment before he sits up. I watch him as he runs his fingers through his hair. He tugs on the ends, then turns to look over his shoulder at me.
“You got it, buttercup,” he murmurs.
I don’t know when he became this sweet man, but here he is, being soft and sweet, almost gooey. I would make a smart-assed remark about it if I didn’t love it so damn much. And him. I love him, too.
God. What a damn mess I am. I fell in love with this man. Hook, line, and sinker. I love him so much. I’m having his baby, and I’m still running from Douglas. I watch as Agony stands up, his bare ass on display as he moves through the room.
Shifting my eyes from his ass to his back, I take in his tattoos. God, he’s beautiful. I focus on the muscles on his shoulders as he walks. How is it possible to look like him and not work out all day, every day? I don’t think he’s worked out once since I’ve known him.
When he stops in front of the bathroom doorway, he looks over his shoulder at me. “You coming to shower?” he asks.
I think about telling him no, but then decide I could take a quick shower with him, maybe even a long one. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I sit up, throw my legs over the side of the bed, and stand up.
