“So you’re not seducing me because you’re hot for me,” he said, but moved his hands to start at the buttons of his shirt.
“Well…” She shrugged, teasing him with a snarky grin. “Maybe a little, but a few nudges on my cervix might be enough to get us out of that party early.”
He kissed her hard while making quick progress undressing. “Hey, whatever you want. I’m here for you,” he said with a hiccup of a laugh and shrugged out of his shirt. “Buckle up, cervix, I’m coming in.”
Zoe tugged the snug contraption of a dress over her head until she was finally free of it, and quickly laid it over the bassinet. Her hair would be irritatingly frizzy now, but she didn’t care. For the first time in weeks, she was horny as hell and a ponytail would be just fine. “I want you. Now,” she said, yanking him close again.
With her belly blocking his reach, he laughed and spun her around, and lowered his hand below the belly.
“I quit shaving,” she whispered, her voice crackling at his touch.
“So did I,” he whispered back, the rough of his beard tickling as he nibbled on her shoulder, rubbing her sensitive nub. “I’m still going down on you.”
Her breath caught as she tried to argue. No sense in explaining just how unsexy she felt right now, bloated and bellied, but what the hell, her naughty bits didn’t seem to care, heat spiking between her legs and filling her veins with insatiable lust.
Unsteady, breathless and so close but so far, she shifted in his arms and moved onto the bed.
Dark as the evening sky, his blue eyes were heavy, his thick lashes fluttering, looking at her like he was spellbound.
Zoe bit her bottom lip and watched his sweet prowl while she adjusted the pillows behind her. One hand around her thigh, the other slid into her, smiling wickedly at her as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
Behind the mound of belly, he lowered and the tip of his tongue flicked over her sensitized, core, already vibrating from his touch. Despite their tardiness, he laved slowly, caressed, and she felt like the only thing on his mind.
Her body primed to respond, eager to feel and soar, a high-pitched moan rattled her throat, radiating until she cried out, her back arched, and she rode the luxurious wave of climax.
Without pause, his gaze hazy and cozy, he moved up her body. Hard and thick with a need that matched hers, he slid into her.
“Ouch,” she hissed, and cringed as he stilled. “Sorry.”
“Sorry,” he said at the same time. “What do you need?”
“Just slow down, I think?” she squeaked.
Slower, carefully, he slid in and out.
“My cervix doesn’t care for that,” she said, cringing and wincing at the unexpected discomfort.
He laughed and rested his forehead against her temple, his body arched over her bump. “That’s okay. I’ll go take a cold shower.”
“Let’s try another position.” Her voice lilted hopefully, full of doubt.
“Okay. Want to be on top?” he offered, sweet and hesitant and she couldn’t help but grin at him.
“Let’s try that,” she said, and hoisted her body up and straddled him.
Damn, he was pretty. The beard was fully grown in now, his hair scruffier than she’d ever seen it—still neater than most guys around here—and his bright blue eyes studied her with an intensity she’d also never experienced from other guys around here.
She slid over him, and slowly, carefully, took the thick length of him in. He braced his hands on her sides, ready to move.
Hardly even there, little more than the tip, and that same bruised feeling rejected the position. “Not going to work.” Voice tight, grimacing with disappointment and frustration, she lifted back off of him.
“Doggy style?” he offered, laughing and smiling sweetly.
“I’m feeling less and less sexy,” she growled, and climbed off him. “Let’s try.”
“I’ll be really quick,” he offered, and popped around behind her.
Looking down and back was often amusing in such a position, unflattering at best, often comical when balls and boobs were flapping in the heat of things, but right now… “My belly,” Zoe whimpered. “I feel ridiculous.”
