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“Sorry. Nothing you said was funny, but I wanted to say thank you again and I feel like it’s all I’ve been saying.”
He shakes his head, smiling. “Same here. I think we both need to stop saying that and start trying to get back to normal—or find a new one.”
“I like that idea.”
“Good. Now, have you eaten?” I open my mouth to answer, but he gives me a sharp look. “Besides mini rice cakes. They have like seventy calories per bag if you’re lucky. You’re growing a human. You need food.”
“You’re so bossy.”
A wicked smile grows on his face, and he leans forward, brushing his lips against my ear as he whispers, “You have no idea.” I openly shudder at that, which makes his smile grow. “I know what to make you.” He stands up and I pout as he walks toward the kitchen. I was really hoping he would make me cozy in bed. And by cozy, I mean… “Hey. You don’t get that until you eat. Remember the rules?”
He’s a mind reader, too. Noted.
Yep. He’s definitely an alien.
“I remember,” I say, trying to keep it cool. But I’m not. My body is a raging fire that only he knows how to calm.
I offer to help him in the kitchen, but he glares at me, mutters something in—I’m assuming—Korean, then tells me to lay down on the couch or I’m not getting what I want later.
Another downside to pregnancy? Less sexual exploration. We’d actually been sending each other some BDSM info and both took a quiz to get a sense of what we were interested in. Bondage and Dom/sub play were at the top for both of us, but I don’t think either of those are best explored while pregnant. Plus, I’m less in the mood for that stuff and more in the mood to be taken care of. Again, new for me. But damn, this man brings it out in me.
Miles made fried rice for dinner and it was delicious. It shouldn’t be surprising since he mentioned his mom is a phenomenal cook, and he learned from her. Seriously, is there anything this man can’t do?
He’s a good cook, a great listener, kind, compassionate, a caretaker, thoughtful. Oh, and he knows how to touch me.
“Miles,” I breathe.
He lifts his mouth from my nipple and gazes at me. “That’s right, baby. Say my name. Tell me who owns your gorgeous body.” He rolls my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he continues working my pussy and my clit with his other hand. He has two fingers inside me and his thumb on my clit. He kisses my neck. “Tell me who makes you come.”
“You,” I groan, fisting his hair as my eyes slip closed. I felt a little queasy after eating and was so exhausted the thought of sex was off-putting, but Miles still wanted me to relax. Two strokes of my clit, and I was practically riding his hand. He stripped me naked and is now selflessly taking care of my needs. And wants. And oh… “Miles, yes. Right there. Please.”
“I’ll take care of you. Relax and show me how beautiful you are when you come.” I moan again as I clench around his fingers. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good. Come for me.”
If I have to.
A loud moan slips out as my body warms and wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me.
“God, yes.” He kisses my neck. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me. Good girl, baby. Such a good girl.”
He waits until I’m completely finished before he stops and lies down next to me.
“Thank you,” I breathe, and we both laugh.
“No thanks needed. I love watching you come. You really are so beautiful. I always think that.” And just like that, his sultry smile is replaced by a sweet, innocent one. Even though this man isanythingbut innocent.
I move slightly and his erection brushes against me. He fights back a groan.
“Strip down,” I whisper.
“Ames.”
“Shh.” I press my lips against his. “Get naked.”
After a moment of hesitation, he pulls his shirt off, followed by the rest of his clothes until I’m staring at his perfectly defined body and his rock-hard dick. Even that is sexy.
Alien,I remind myself. Has to be.
My mouth actually waters at the sight of it, but then my gag reflex says no fucking way, and I reach for the lube, enjoying every moment of him moaning and groaning as I get him off with my hands. His dirty talk continues, though not as often since he’s too lost in his ecstasy—that’s exactly what it is when he comes. Delicious ecstasy is written on his face as he shoots all over my stomach.
