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“You don’t want to know?” I asked, staring up at him.
“I don’t need to know.” He gestured to my stomach. “It’s always been mine. So fuck the biology part of it. It doesn’t matter.”
“So… you’re really not upset?”
A faint smile curved up his lips. “Upset? Why would I be upset?” he said, shaking his head. “I meant what I said all those weeks ago, Amerie. I’m here for you and the baby, if you decide to keep it. It doesn’t belong to the Rosmerta Society or some asshole congressman from Florida. It belongs to you and me.”
“You really mean it,” I said softly. It wasn’t a question. Just a statement.
“Yeah, I do. But if you want to know exactly how it was conceived for your own peace of mind, then we can get a DNA test. It’s totally up to you.”
I let out a long sigh of relief. “I don’t know why I was worried,” I murmured, eyes briefly fluttering shut as Jensen’s hand stroked my cheek again. “I guess I thought you’d freak out or something. But I should’ve known you wouldn’t. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He leaned closer and kissed my forehead. “You’ve been through so much shit lately, and your body is on high alert. Everything scares you right now. But don’t worry. I’ve always got you, no matter what.”
“Thank you.” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, taking in every detail of his face—the hard line of his jaw, the arch of his nose, the thickness of his brows, the ever-present glimmer in his eyes. “God, I’m so lucky I found you.”
“It was kind of hard for you to miss me when I was right next door,” he said, giving me another faint smile.
I smiled back at him. “That’s true.”
He rubbed my arm and went on. “By the way… if the baby is actually mine, biologically-speaking, you really won’t need any sort of test to know for sure. You’ll know as soon as he’s born with the natural ability to charm every single woman on the planet.”
I let out a giggle. It felt lighter and airier than anything I should be experiencing right now; fearful adrenaline morphing into pure joy. “How can you make me laugh at a time like this?” I said, playfully batting at his chest. “This is serious!”
“It’s what I’m here for,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me. His lips ghosted over my left ear. “To take care of you. Make you laugh. Love you. A couple of other things, too…”
My body filled with wildfire, ladling heat into my belly. “What other things?” I said breathlessly.
“Want me to show you? Right now?” he murmured. “I think we have time.”
“God, yes,” I whispered. “Please…”
My breathing started to pick up as Jensen’s hands trailed around either side of my throat. He ran his fingertips down, slowly tracing the line of my collarbone. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan, almost melting right into the floor as his hands moved even lower, dipping below the neckline of my top and butterflying out over my chest to stroke my skin in tantalizing circles.
Eventually his hands dropped from my upper body and moved to my ass, hoisting me upward in one quick motion. I inhaled sharply, eyes snapping open as Jensen carried me over to the armchair by the window. He set me down on it and sank to his knees before me, eyes alight with lusty need.
I bit my lip to suppress a moan and braced my hands on the arms of the chair, staring down at Jensen as his big hands shifted to either side of my thighs, hauling me forward. My lower back caved at the new angle, my pelvis now jutting outward, propped up by the edge of the chair. Now it was easy for him to unbutton the top of my jeans and yank them over my legs, followed by my panties.
He pushed my thighs farther apart, opening me up to him as my knees cradled his upper body. Cool air rushed in to meet my hot, slick center, and my breath hitched in my chest. “Please,” I whispered, trying my best not to squirm.
“Fuck,” Jensen muttered, eyes darkening at the visual. “You look perfect.”
“Jensen, please. I nee—”
My words were abruptly cut off by my own gasp when his tongue enveloped my clit. After that, the noise that bubbled up from my throat was obscene; long and desperate and keening.
It was heaven. Total fucking bliss, lying here with my legs spread wide while Jensen’s tongue swirled circles around my swollen clit. “Keep going,” I panted. “Don’t… don’t ever stop.”
His mouth was like a furnace, tongue swiping lower to taste every inch of me, humming low in the back of his throat. One hand remained curled on my left thigh, holding me steady, while the other slowly moved inward.
I let out another feral moan as he sank two fingers deep inside me, and my hands left the sides of the chair and shot forward, burying themselves in his thick hair. “Oh, fuck. F-fuck…”
Jensen let out a husky growl and slowly withdrew the fingers. Then he pushed them back in again, doing that over and over until every breath left my mouth in ragged gasps. His mouth kept working at my clit at the same time, steadfast and patient.
A wicked climax began to burn in my core, seeping down my thighs and rising through my belly. My breathing turned even shallower, lungs constricted by the storm building in my chest.
Jensen’s fingers suddenly pulled out of me again, but this time they didn’t slide back in. I let out a mewling gasp, and finally, the digits returned, even slicker this time.
