I whimpered with frustration. “So go get a condom. I’ll wait. I promise I won’t change my mind while you’re gone.”
A growl rumbled in his chest. “No one’s going anywhere until you come.” He pushed his hand between us and situated his cock against the gusset of my cotton panties. “Use me.”
I couldn’t think straight. My nervous system was on overload. “What?”
He bent to my breast again, craning his neck to look up at me with half-shut eyes as he lapped my nipple. “Use me, Chloe. Keep your panties on and ride my dick.”
I shifted my hips, then shifted again, searching for exactly the right angle. When I found it, we both shivered. I rocked my clit against his length, hard, again and again while he played with my breasts, biting, licking, kissing. My movements became clumsy as I got closer.
“Don’t stop,” he muttered around my breast. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, Chloe.”
I didn’t. I couldn’t. I edged closer and closer to the brink and then suddenly I was there. I cried out, sinking my nails into his scalp to hold him to me as waves of pleasure wracked my body. Just before I went limp, he stiffened beneath me. His hands spasmed on my breasts and he buried his face into my cleavage on a deep groan as his orgasm pulsed between my thighs.
We stayed that way for a long moment, neither of us moving except for the air sawing in and out of us as we tried to catch our breath.
His forehead dropped to the crook of my neck. “I feel like I should apologize for making a mess, but you know what? I’m really not sorry,” he mumbled.
I laughed and held him closer. “Neither am I.”
For any of it.
24
STEVEN
Pregnancy Week 14:Baby is the size of a lemon
Apparently,I did care if Chloe hated me because after the orgasm returned enough blood flow to my brain for me to function, I took one look at her sleeping face and knew that if I had to watch her wake up with regret and self-loathing when she saw me in bed with her, I’d escort myself straight off a cliff.
I gently replaced my chest with a pillow and left her there making adorable sleeping sounds that made me feel soft and achy inside. I paused in the doorway and looked back. She had curled herself into a ball under the covers, and I couldn’t see much of her beyond the dark hair that spilled out in all directions. It was so hard to resist the urge to climb back into bed with her despite the uncomfortable wetness in my jeans.
Jesus, fuck, this woman. What the hell was I going to do about her?
Other than make a doctor appointment for every STI check under the sun. That was happening immediately. And then I was going to clear her schedule and keep her in bed with me for a solid twenty-four hours.
As soon as I figured out how to keep her from hating me after.
Chloe had cut back slightlyon her hours at Jo, working four days a week instead of five or six. I hated that she was still working there at all, spending six hours on her feet before commuting to her office in the city where she put in another four hours, minimum. She intended to help Jo replace her before the baby came in May, but right now she wanted to take advantage of the free rent and stockpile as much money as possible so she could move out of my house and into a place of her own.
If I was honest, I hated that, too.
I had the feeling she’d been avoiding me since the night we had dry humped each other like randy teenagers who hadn’t figured out where all the parts go, but she spent more time working than at home, so it was hard to tell for sure. But it wasn’t a great sign that she had Saturday off, yet I hadn’t seen even a glimpse of her since Friday morning.
Fine. If that was how she wanted to play it, I would avoid her, too. It wasn’t like I didn’t have shit to do.
I spent the morning in town, running errands and getting the groceries for the week. But no matter how hard I tried to fight it, the thought of Chloe incessantly tugged my attention back home. After two hours, I gave up. Maybe I could lure her out of hiding with food or something.
She was on the front porch when I got home. Her wind-whipped skirt billowed out behind her like a sail, molding itself to the front of her body. Her full breasts, the round curve of herbelly, her strong thighs. For the first time, she looked obviously, undeniably pregnant. Fuck, she was beautiful.
She rested one hand on the top of her belly and lifted the other to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sharp sunlight. She was looking for something, or someone.
And suddenly I couldn’t breathe for wanting.
Wanting her to see whatever it was she was looking for. Wanting it to be me. There wasn’t a cell in my body that wouldn’t turn itself inside out to become whatever made her happy.You want a giraffe, princess? I’ll be a giraffe.
I fuckingyearnedfor it. For her.
And then she turned and caught sight of me staring at her. Her face lit up.
