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I’ve been told hickeys are something only teenagers leave. But fuck, when Tessa reacts like this to the slightest sensation on her neck, how can I stop myself? The way she turns me on makes me feel like a horny teenager anyway.
My hands roam all over her flat belly—where my baby’s growing—and her tits—where my baby will suckle. I’ve never thought pregnancy could be so sexy, but the thought of Tessa’s sinful body nurturing my baby turns me hard as stone.
I rest my hand over the juncture of her legs just as she manages to unlock the door. A click, then a breathless protest. “Luke, seriously . . .”
“What?” I press her up against the wall and slam the door shut. I level my gaze at her, a smirk tugging one corner of my mouth up. “No neighbors to see us now. Just you and me. And an empty apartment.”
“Wait, wait,” she insists, her delicate hands pushing on my chest. She looks down at the pajamas she’s wearing and gives me a little sheepish smile. “Let me just go and get changed.”
“I don’t care what you’re wearing. Whatever it is, I’ll take it off anyway,” I whisper. I nibble on her ear lobe as I grab her ass, pulling her to me.
“Luke,” she moans. Sounds more like a plead for more rather than a warning to me, although her hands are still pushing weakly against me. “Just . . . give me a minute and I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Okay,” I growl, my hands on her hips, squeezing her waist. “One minute. Exactly sixty seconds. Then I’m coming in, whether you’re ready or not.”
She slips away from my grasp and heads to her bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her.
I can hear the rustling of fabric—she’s shedding her clothes, then putting something back on again. My eyes dart between her bedroom and my watch. I’m counting. Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, halfway through now . . .
My impatience evaporates instantly as Tessa calls out to me from her bedroom.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Her voice is like a siren’s call and I can’t help but follow. Time seems to slow. I feel like I’m moving through water.
Tessa is sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing nothing but some skimpy, silk-and-lace nightie. Her hands are flat on the bed to either side of her ass. She looks up at me as I walk towards her, face a little flushed.
My eyes wander the length of her body, from her pretty, round face, to the hair cascading around her slim neck, to her tits almost spilling out of the top of the lace trip on her nightie. I feel myself harden as I take in the sight of her body—her slim stomach, wide hips, and finally down to where I want to bury myself balls-deep and . . .
“You like it?” she asks, her voice tinged with shyness.
“Are you kidding me?” I drag my eyes back to look into hers. “I’ve never seen anything sexier.”
She gives me a smile, inviting me to come to her. I take a few steps forward until I’m standing on front of her, and she looks up at me from where she is perched on the bed.
“You know I’m just going to take that thing off again, right?” I stalk toward her and watch her chest rising up and down rapidly with her breathing.
A small, barely there smile. “But I went through all that trouble . . .”
I shrug. “A little lace won’t stop me. I’m warning you, though, I won’t be held responsible if you end up with more than a few rips. I hope you’re not too fond of that nightie.”
I push her onto her back with a firm hand and she looks up at me as she lies on her back, watching me as I drop to my knees. I caress her breasts over the cool silk, squeezing them with my hands, my touch rough and desperate.
Pushing the hem of her nightie up, I realize she’s not wearing any panties. Naughty minx.
Her nightie bunched up around her waist, she gives me an expectant look, as if to ask, what are you going to do now?
I place my hands on her thighs, and she gasps as I pushed her legs apart, wide. She’s swollen with arousal, her pussy slightly pink and full. I kiss my way from her soft stomach, down to the curve of her hips, and brush past the mound just above her pussy.
A moan escapes her mouth as I kiss her lower lips, teasing her, brushing my tongue gently against her. I felt her push her hips forward, eager for me to please her.
“Not yet,” I say as I pull my head back, knowing my breath on her skin must be driving her crazy.
Tessa whimpers in frustration. I look up at her, trapping her gaze, before sliding two fingers inside her.
