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I’m in the middle of chewing when she says this, so I not only choke, but my food goes flying out of my mouth and all over the counter.
“What?” I ask, sure I heard her wrong.
“That’s what it says,” Ellie replies, looking at me with wide eyes.
“What the hell are you reading?”
“What to Expect When You’re Expecting. I figured the more I know, the better I’ll be prepared.” Her words come out nonchalant, but I can hear the undertone in them—she’s scared. She never had a mom growing up, aside from her older sister, Sienna, who took on the mother role, which isn’t the same. Sienna grew up having to care for Ellie, so becoming a mom was natural to her, but Ellie doesn’t have any experience with taking care of anyone but herself, and she’s worried she won’t be good at it.
I lean over and palm her face, turning her head so she’s forced to look at me. “We’ve got this, Kitten. This baby will be loved and cared for and want for nothing. Hell, he’s already loved and he’s not even here yet.”
Tears prick her eyes, and I move my thumb to wipe one that escapes. “Thank you,” she says softly. “I know I messed up, but?—”
“Enough of that,” I tell her, dropping my hand from her face. She might’ve made a bad choice, but she didn’t do it maliciously. She was desperate to feel again, to be intimate with someone, and she trusted me enough to know I would never hurt her. “I’m glad it was me you went to. Some other guy might not have understood your cues.”
I could tell from the moment we met at the club, she was skittish and needed to be handled with care. I tried to walk away, telling myself I didn’t want to deal with it, so when one of my employees told me someone was asking to speak to me, I took that as my sign. But then fate intervened, and I ran into her when she was heading out. And I knew I needed to have her. I could tell she wasn’t experienced, and she confirmed that the little experience she had wasn’t good, but I didn’t know how deep the demons went that haunted her.
“That’s what happened before,” she admits. “I tried being with other guys. Once in high school and then a few times in college, but every time, I’d freak out. They would be too rough, too selfish. I didn’t know how to explain what I needed because I wasn’t sure myself. And then Rae said I needed someone I trusted, and you were the only one I thought of.”
“And how was it?” I ask, genuinely wanting to know—but also curious, since I’m the only person she’s been with—yeah, I’m refusing to count those fucking assholes who raped her.
Ellie’s cheeks tint a light shade of pink, and I immediately wonder if they were that color the night we were together. “Well, I don’t have much to compare our night to...” She smiles sheepishly. “But it was good...Really good, actually. Like, you totally put my vibrator to shame. Whoever comes next will have a lot to live up to,” she says with a laugh.
But I don’t join in because the thought of her being with someone else isn’t funny—at fucking all. The idea of some other guy seeing her naked—when I didn’t even get to do that—orkissing her and feeling her soft, creamy skin and then sliding inside her warmth as she moans in pleasure, causes my blood to boil and my fists to clench.
Fuck that, Ellie is mine.
And before I can think about what I’m doing, I’m wrapping my fingers around her nape and pulling her face toward me, fusing our mouths together. My tongue demands entrance, and she opens, granting me access.
My hand ascends, fisting the back of her hair, and I deepen the kiss, our tongues tangling as we greedily taste one another. She tastes spicy with a hint of something that’s all her. And when I suck on her tongue, and she moans into my mouth, I’m instantly hard, desperate for more than just her kiss.
I need every goddamn part of her. The parts I’ve already savored that left me hungering for another taste. The parts I never got to experience.
Every. Fucking. Part.
I lift her onto the island and spread her legs, so I can stand between them, and then yank the towel off her body. I step back for a moment, wanting to take her in now that we’re in the light, needing to rememorize every goddamn curve on her.
Micah’s cautionary words creep into the back of my mind, but the second our eyes connect, and she looks at me like I’m everything she could ever want or need, I shove his words out the door, slam that bitch shut, and lock it.
Breaking our gaze, I notice her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from being kissed. Her hair is messy from my fingers running through it. Her chest is heaving rapidly, and her nipples are poking through the thin material of her bikini top. I want to continue to drink her in, but I’m dying of thirst and need an actual taste.
“Take your top off,” I demand. Without argument, Ellie reaches back and unties the knots, the material falling into her lap and exposing her luscious tits.
I waste no time, taking one in my hand and kneading it, while my lips wrap around the other. Her moans of pleasure spur me on, as I lick and suck on her nipple, while my thumb continues to stroke and caress her other peak. I don’t stop until she’s writhing against me, her legs tightening around my waist, and then she’s coming...fucking coming from my touch alone. I remember Micah mentioning how sensitive Sienna is when she’s pregnant, but holy shit, this is insane.
“Oh my God,” Ellie moans, clearly as shocked by her quick orgasm as I am.
“Did that feel good?” I ask, trailing fiery kisses over her breasts, not wanting to stop touching her. Knowing the moment I do, I’ll have to deal with the reality of my actions.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good, because you’re about to come again.”
I push her chest back slightly, so she’s forced to lean back on her elbows, and when she does this, her belly pushes out, showing off her bump. I never found pregnancy attractive, always associated it with crying babies and losing your freedom, but as I kiss her swollen belly, I can’t help but reconsider my stance. This woman is carrying my baby, protecting and nurturing him, until he’s ready to enter this crazy world. And if that isn’t sexy, I don’t know what is.
I press a kiss to the top of her naval and remember something from Sienna being pregnant. “Can you feel him?” I ask, glancing up at Ellie.
“Not yet. I read around twenty weeks.”
