Kasen James justwhimpered.
"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth. "Please."
"Please what?" I lean down, my lips brushing his jaw, his throat, the spot by his collarbone that always makes him shudder. “Your turn to beg.”
"Please let me touch you." His voice is strained, and he doesn’t even hesitate. He doesn’t make me work for it like I did to him. "I need to feel you."
"Not yet." I work my way down his body, tasting salt and skin, leaving marks of my own for once. When I reach his cock, I look up, making sure he's watching as I take him into my mouth.
The strangled noise he makes is worth it. His hands fist in the sheets, white-knuckled, all those muscles straining with the effort of not grabbing me.
I take my time, using my mouth and hands until his thighs are trembling beneath me. I pull back when he's right on the edge, and the look on his face—desperate, wrecked, needing me—is something I'm definitely keeping in my mental highlight reel.
"Christ," he pants. "Fuck me. Please."
"Since you asked so nicely." I move up his body and position myself over him. When I sink down, taking him in one slow, smooth stroke, we both make embarrassing noises at how good it feels.
"Fuck," he groans, his hands hovering near my hips, still following my rules.
“Touch me,” I say, and his hands immediately grab me, guiding my movements as I ride him. This angle is killer—deeper, hitting spots inside me that make my eyes cross.
"Look what you do to me," he says, his voice a mixture of wonder and surrender. "Turn me inside out until there's nothing left but need for you."
"Do you like it?" I ask, grinding down harder.
"Fuck yes," he groans, fingers digging into my hips. "You’ve got no idea how hot you are right now. Fucking magnificent."
His words push me higher, make me burn hotter. I increase my pace, chasing my orgasm, watching his face get tight-jawed and intense the way it does when he's close.
"Come on me," he urges, his thumb finding my clit. "Let me feel you."
When I come, it's so intense my vision actually whites out for a second. I cry out his name, not caring how loud I am. Not caring about anything except this feeling and this man beneath me.
He follows a half-second later, his hips driving up hard, my name sounding like it's being ripped out of him as he comes.
I collapse onto his chest the best I can with my belly between us. I’m completely boneless. His arms wrap around me, holding me close while his heart races under my palm.
"I do," I whisper against his chest when I can speak again. "I do love you."
His arms tighten around me. "Say it again."
I lift my head to look at him. "I love you, you idiot.”
The smile that breaks across his face is ridiculous. Gorgeous and crooked and ridiculous.
"I love you too, Pink," he says, the gruffness in his voice betraying how much this means to him. "And not just because you're currently naked with my dick inside of you."
I smack his chest, but I'm laughing. "Way to ruin the moment, James."
"Not ruined," he says, pulling me closer. "Just making it ours. Wouldn't want you thinking I've gone completely soft."
"Oh, I can confirm at least one part of you is definitely not soft," I say, and his laughter rumbles against my cheek.
As I lay there with his arms around me, feeling our baby between us, I realize I'm pretty sure Kasen James is the best damn mistake I've ever made.
There's a gold wedding band burning a hole in my pocket, and I can't stop thinking about putting it on.
The weight of it has become familiar these past months, constantly reminding me of what I'm waiting for. But after last night, after hearing Wren finally say she loves me too, it feels heavier somehow. More significant. Like the difference between a dream and reality.
