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We exit the elevator at a trot and rush down a hall of marble flooring, oriental rugs, elaborate artwork, and timeless ornaments. I breathe as hard as I would when stepping into the octagon at a title fight when we stop at 1105 and her hand convulses in mine.
She’s having fun. She’s giggling.
But sheisscared. I know she is.
“Are you ready?”
She looks up and nibbles on her bottom lip. Dark brown eyes that swim like melted chocolate. Silky hair that’s going to tickle my skin in a matter of minutes. With a half-smile, half dirty-sexy smirk, she nods and takes the key-card from my hand.
Stepping ahead of me so her back presses against my chest and her ass against my impossible-to-hide hardened dick, she scans the lock and shudders out a breath as I inch the door open.
I push us forward at a slow shuffle, but as soon as we clear the door and the snicking locks sound above our nervous breathing, she turns like a rocket, wraps her arms around my neck, and shoves me against the wall so hard, the breath bursts from my lungs.
“Finally.” Using her hard-earned strength, she climbs my body like we’ve done this a million times before, and when her lips fasten over mine, I snap out of my shock and palm her leather clad ass.
Spinning likeI’vedone this a million times before, the guilt barely registers in my heart when I slam her against the wall and pin her with my hips. Smiling, kissing, hungry teeth and tongues, we bruise each other as we fumble with clothes and limbs.
“You taste so good, Bubs.” I hold her with one hand and use the other to explore. I don’t spend too long on her breasts, because I know they’re sensitive.
For now, for the next few months or years, they’re not for me. Instead, I run my hand along her ribs, then her ass, then her sexy as fuck strong thighs.
Legs that can knock an opponent’s head off with a single high roundhouse.
Legs that can wrap around my hips and make me a man.
I continue to kiss her, taste her, lovingly punish her, then I pull her away from the wall and walk further into the room. Without breaking our kiss, Iz leans back and begins unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands shake, but that’s okay, because mine do, too.
She leans back further to make space and work on the bottom buttons, and when she finally slides my shirt back, she grunts out in frustration. “Why so many clothes? Jesus!”
I snort and slam her against the wall closer to our bed. Pinning her with my hips, I reach back and pull the shirt over my head.
“Mmm.” She purrs like a well-loved kitten. “Do guys know how sexy that is?”
“How sexy what is?”
“The way you peel the shirt over your head that way. I dunno, girls just do it different.” With a giggle, she dives forward and latches onto the soft skin at the base of my neck.
“Show me.” I pull her back with a fist in her hair. “Show me how you do it. Take your top off.”
With a sassy smirk that screams she can see through my flimsy request, she sits back in my arms and fingers the bottom of her top. Peeling it up slowly, she pulls it over her head, and I watch, mesmerized, as her hair falls softly against her now bare chest.
“You’re so beautiful, Bubs.”
I pull her mouth down to mine and continue toward our massive bed. I shuffle forward until my shins touch the end of the bed, and gently lowering her onto her back, I crawl on after her and push in close enough until her legs flare over my thighs and her warm core rests against my cock.
I stare down at her bare stomach, her beautiful soft stomach, and run the tips of my fingers from her chest, through the valley of her breasts, and down the lines of her abs. It’s mostly flat now, but still soft, like her body won’t let her go back to her rock-hard pre-baby abs. As though the softness remains to remind her of who she is now – a mom.
A powerful woman who created magic within her body.
Iz lies still, she watches me watch her, but her chest rises and falls with exhilaration as her breath struggles to keep up. I lower my head to taste; her belly, her belly bar, her ribs, her chest.
My body shakes with nerves and need. I dread hurting her, but at the same time, I’m half wild with need and tempted to slam in and claim her once and for all.
Now.
Get that first part done, then we can go slow, then I’ll own her, mind, body, and soul.
“I love you, Izzy, you know that, right?”
