“That’s how much you turn me on.” She pants. “I-I’ve never had anyone watch me do this before.”
“That’s a damn shame. They missed out on a hell of a show.”
My hands tingle with the need to touch her. My lips ache with the need to taste her. But I force myself to stay in place. Not just yet.
The insides of her thighs start to twitch. Her eyes are closed, like she’s lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment. She bites her lip and moans.
“Tell me how you feel,” I growl.
“I’m so turned on, it hurts. I’m soaking wet. I’m aching so, so bad. Pulsing. Throbbing. My fingers feel so good.” She opens her eyes and pins me with her stare. “But yours feels better.”
I throw my head back and let out a frustrated laugh that sounds more like a growl. I’m so hard, I’m aching. “Fuck.” I focus back on Becca. “Wider, angel. Spread your legs wider.”
“Say please.”
I grin at her rasped command and how shy her smile is when she says it. “Please.”
She stretches those gorgeous legs even wider. She moves those fingers so fast. When I see that she’s so wet she’s dripping onto my bedsheets, I know I won’t be able to make it much longer. I stomp over to my bedside table, grab a condom, and rip it open with my teeth. I sheath myself, then kneel on the bed. I hook my hands under her legs, wrapping them around my waist, and then I slide inside of her.
I almost collapse. She’s so hot and tight and wet. I take a second to breathe, then thrust hard and fast.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” I rasp. “I need you now.”
“Good.” She gasps. “Because I’m about to come. Come with me, baby. Please?”
Her whimpered request nearly sends me over the edge. Her leg starts to shake, a telltale sign that she’s about to have an orgasm. My entire body goes tense and hot. I thrust as fast as I can, grunting and growling as I blow.
Becca shouts as she comes, squeezing her trembling legs around me. I bury my face in her neck, bracing myself up on my forearms so I don’t crush her.
“That was…”
“Fucking incredible.”
I laugh at how perfectly Becca put it.
I kiss her. “Damn. My sweetheart is starting to get a filthy mouth.”
“You must be rubbing off on me.”
I pull away and toss the condom in a nearby wastebasket. When I lie back down in my bed, she cuddles into my chest. I take a second to silently appreciate just how perfectly she fits next to me, how good her head feels resting on my chest, the way her long, wavy blonde hair tickles my skin.
My heart beats so hard, I can feel it from the top of my head to my toes. I wonder if she can feel it, if she can feel just how crazy I am about her.
“Gage,” she whispers.
“Yeah?”
“I’m nervous about meeting the rest of your family at the baby shower next weekend.”
I smile and kiss her hair. “Don’t be. They’re gonna love you.”
Like I love you.
Those four words pop into my head without warning. Where the hell did that come from?
I focus on the moment and try not to think about the four-letter word that just flashed in my mind, but it’s like ignoring a siren or a spotlight. It lingers in the background, like an echo.
There’s probably a reason for that…probably because I could definitely see myself falling in love with Becca.
