“I don’t have limits when it comes to you.” He took the towels from me and tossed them on the counter.
His hands bracketed my hips, then clenched around the hem of my t-shirt and pushed it up, exposing my stomach. He pressed his forehead there and took a shaky breath that he released on a long exhale. I stared down at his dark head, stunned, unsure how to respond.
“Don’t go,” he said thickly. “Please don’t go.”
He kissed my navel, then trailed his mouth lower and kissed the sensitive skin along the waistband of my stretchy maternity pants. A tremor shuddered through him and he held my body a little tighter.
“Chloe…can I…” He pressed the words to my skin with heated kisses, tongue, and teeth. “Can I taste you?”
My hips answered yes before my brain could comprehend what he was saying, tilting toward him eagerly. I shouldn’t let him. It was so selfish, taking pleasure when I couldn’t give him everything he wanted in return.
Like he was reading my mind, his head tilted so he could meet my eyes. “At least let me have this.”
I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered.
He dragged my pants and underwear down my legs, helping me step out of them with my hands on his shoulders for balance. Then he hooked one leg over his shoulder, pressed his face to my pussy, and made me see starbursts with one perfectly placed lick.
“Oh,god!” I shouted, from shock and pleasure and need. My hands dove into his hair, and I held on for dear life.
I felt his lips curve into a smile just before he sucked my clit into his mouth more firmly. My senses sparked to life. I wanted to memorize all of this. The silky feel of his hair between my fingers. The rough scratch of his hand palming my ass and the bruising pressure of his fingertips digging into my skin, holding me to his mouth like a starving man.
And his mouth. Oh, my god, hismouth. It should be registered as a lethal weapon.
His tongue flicked softly at my clit, then worked straight into me as he fucked me with it, plunging in and out of my pussy as he made hungry noises. My release barreled down on me like a freight train, no matter how hard I tried to push it off, to prolong this obscene pleasure as long as I could.
“Steven, I’m going to?—”
I couldn’t even finish the sentence before pleasure roared through me. I shattered like the glass on the floor. My knees buckled from the force of it, and he caught me as I fell, cradling me into his lap.
I rested my cheek against his chest. Felt his heartbeat, quick and hard.
You’re mine, I wanted to say.
But I didn’t say anything at all.
28
CHLOE
Mom
Hi, honey. Are you working today?
Chloe
No, I have the weekend off. Is everything ok?
Mom
Everything is definitely not ok. Do you have a minute.
Chloe
I’ll be there in 30.
Mom
I’m already here. In your driveway.
