She stopped a few feet away and gave him a self-conscious but wry smile. “So . . . this is me in all my mom glory.” She indicated her comfortable, practical nightwear. “It’s not always pretty, well put together, or glamorous.”
He let his gaze travel down the length of her, taking in the full, bare breasts beneath the cotton material and the gorgeous, toned legs that extended from the end of her shorts before raising his eyes back up to her face. His cock was already thickening behind the fly of his jeans, wanting her just the way she was. He didn’t need sexy lingerie on her body to make him hard. His desire for her was based on how good he already knew it felt to be buried deep inside her. Three and a half years later, and he still remembered . . . and apparently, so did his dick.
“Trust me, I like you like this just fine. More than fine, actually.” He pushed to his feet and closed the distance between them, until he was standing right in front of her and she had to tip her head back slightly to meet his gaze. “You totally fucking rock the mom look.”
She laughed softly. “You’re such a sweet-talker.”
He pushed his hands into her hair and brought her head toward him, until her hands were pressed against his chest and his mouth was right up against her ear. “You know I’m not always a sweet-talker,” he said huskily. “In fact, you prefer when I talk dirty, don’t you?”
“I like you both ways,” she told him, her warm breath caressing his cheek. “Sweet and dirty.”
He chuckled and tightened his fingers in her hair to tip her head back again, the awareness flickering in her gaze giving him hope. “Sweet is reserved for outside of the bedroom, because what I want to do to you in the privacy of this room is in no way, shape, or form sweet. It’s dirty and filthy and so indecent you’ll want to spread your legs wider, claw at the bed sheets, and beg me for more.”
She shivered, her lashes falling half-mast and her lips parting in invitation. “Connor . . . ”
It wasn’t the unconditional yes he was looking for to move forward, but it wasn’t an obvious no, either.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Katie,” he said, and waited until her dark brown eyes focused on his before he continued. “If you tell me you don’t want this, if you tell me to go, I will and we’ll wait until you’re ready. But make your decision fast, otherwise I’m going to strip you naked and touch you and kiss you and make you come with my mouth so hard you’ll see stars . . . and then I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been dying to do since the moment I saw you again at the restaurant.” He skimmed his thumb along the lush bottom lip he wanted to taste, the mouth he’d fantasized about fucking. “Stay or go? What’s it going to be, Katie?”
The tip of her tongue slowly, boldly touched the pad of his finger, and Jesus Christ, he felt that lick all the way down to his stiff, aching cock.
“I want this . . . ” she whispered, the look in her eyes both vulnerable and daring at the same time. “I want you.”
He groaned in profound relief, not because this was about finally having sex with her. No, it was all about taking that next step toward building intimacy with this woman he cared so much about already, and gaining her trust. More than anything, he wanted that.
He brought her mouth to his in a soft, indulgent, getting-to-know-you-again kiss that elicited a sigh of longing from her that resonated in him, as well. Eventually, he increased the pressure of his lips against hers, and like a sweet, blossoming flower, she opened to him and greeted the seductive sweep of his tongue with her own.
She made an arousing sound in the back of her throat, her fingers fisting in his T-shirt and her hips shifting restlessly against his as he devoured her mouth slowly, deeply, passionately. He tipped her head one way, then another, their damp lips sliding erotically, their tongues tangling carnally. They kissed like that for long, endless minutes, letting their desire build and enjoying that first time all over again.
When he finally lifted his mouth from hers, her lashes fluttered open to look up at him, and the laid-bare smile that eased across her lips stirred something inside his chest. Made his desire for her stronger, made what they were about to do more intimate.
“I missed you,” he said, the words traveling from his brain to his mouth before he could stop them. But it was true. They might have only spent one night together in Denver, but she’d put an indelible mark on his heart that was clearly still there.
“I missed you, too,” she admitted, touching her fingers to the stubble on his jaw, for the moment her defenses down. “I didn’t think it was possible, only knowing you for such a short time, but I thought about you every day.”
He let go of her face and settled his hands on her hips. “And at night?”
Her cheeks blushed a pretty shade of pink. “Yeah, I thought about you then, too, and remembered all the ways . . . ”
“I fucked you?” he supplied for her, a rogue grin on his lips as he slid his hands beneath the hem of her tank top. She shivered when his fingers touched her bare skin, her nipples pebbling against where they were pressed to his chest.
“Yeah,” she admitted, her breath catching as he continued skimming his palms up toward her breasts. “You were pretty thorough.”
She shuddered when he placed warm, suctioning kisses along the side of her neck. “And Jesus, Katie, you were so willing and eager and so damn easy to please.” He blew a stream of hot breath along her damp skin. “You were so responsive and needy, like you couldn’t get enough.”
“That was all your fault,” she said, and moaned when he finally filled his hands with her luscious breasts.
“My fault?” he murmured, though he was more than happy to take the blame for something that had benefited both of them at the time. “How do you figure?”
“I’ve never been that way with anyone else,” she said huskily, her confession making his dick swell thicker, harder. “No one has ever made me feel as hot and sexy as you did, so it was easy to just let go and enjoy everything you did to me.”
Yeah, every guy before him had been a fucking fool. Then again, if it hadn’t been for the last idiot she’d been in Denver to surprise, he never would have met Katie. And that was something he didn’t even want to think about.
“Baby, your body was made for a man to pleasure. Let me show you . . . that is, if you don’t mind me testing that theory out on you,” he teased.
She laughed lightly. “Umm, I think I’m okay with that.”
Withdrawing his hands from beneath her top, he led her to the foot of the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and drew her toward him, until she was standing between his spread legs.
“Take off your top for me,” he said, wanting to enjoy the sexy striptease right in front of him.
Her fingers toyed with the hem but didn’t lift it yet. “Only if you do, too.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough.”
He divested himself of his shirt in record time, not wanting to miss a second of her peeling that fabric up along her torso, revealing her smooth stomach and the most gorgeous breasts he’d ever laid his eyes on—well, since Denver, anyway. They seemed bigger than he remembered, her curves more pronounced, probably because of having a baby, and those changes in her body only added to her allure.
Heat and lust pumped through him, and he had to inhale a deep breath to keep himself under a modicum of control. “Come a little closer,” he said. “So those perfect breasts are right at my mouth level.”
Placing her hands on his shoulders, she inched forward, closing any gaps between them, and shamelessly brushed a pebbled nipple across his lips, playfully teasing him. His tongue came out and flicked across that beaded tip as he grabbed on to her waist, then gradually slid his palms down and into the waistband of her shorts and panties. She did the same with her other nipple, keeping them just out of mouth’s reach, the flirtatious light in her eyes only making him hotter, more determined to win at this little game she was amusing herself with.
While she continued to delight in taunting
him—and he was able to get in an occasional lick—he tugged the rest of her clothes over her hips and shoved them down her legs, baring the rest of her body.
She gasped in surprise, clearly not paying attention to what he’d been doing. “Oh, you’re good.”
He grinned up at her while trailing his fingers up along the backs of her thighs, until he reached her ass, which he squeezed in his hands. “I’ve got way more smooth moves than you do, sweetheart.”
“Yeah?” She arched a dubious brow, still so seductively mischievous. “Show me what you’ve got, Mr. Prescott.”
“Gladly.” Splaying one of his palms in the middle of her back gave him the control he needed to force her to arch her chest forward, and as soon as her breasts were literally in his face, he latched on to a nipple and sucked hard and deep. Startled by the rough scrape of his teeth, she tangled her hands in his hair and tried to pull him back, but he didn’t budge, nor did he relent with his swirling licks and hot, wet, nibbling bites that would definitely leave marks of possession on her pale skin.
She swallowed back a desperate whimper, her fingers twisting the strands of his hair so tight his scalp burned. “Oh, God, Connor . . . ”
He pushed his free hand between her legs and groaned around her breast as the slick heat of her pussy greeted him. Thrusting two fingers deep inside of her core, he began fucking her just like that, while his thumb rubbed her clit, providing the pressure and friction she needed to make that climb toward her first release.
She started to pant and writhe against him, but the hand still on her back kept her right where he wanted her, unable to escape until he was ready to let her. Her hips rocked uninhibitedly against his hand, matching the rhythm of his pumping fingers as she chased the orgasm he knew she was on the verge of grasping. He pushed deeper, finding the spot that would definitely propel her over the edge, and he stroked it, again and again, intensifying the sensation until she was moaning and her body started to tremble and shake.
She cried out, much louder than he’d anticipated, and he prayed to God that Val was a sound sleeper, and was relieved when he heard nothing from the monitor in the room. Katie’s sex clenched tight around his fingers, her pleasure so intense she went up on her tiptoes to escape the relentless action of his thumb against that sensitive nub of flesh, to release the hard, biting suction of his mouth on her nipple, but he followed, forcing her to ride out the climax pulsing through her and prolonging the exquisite torture until he knew he’d wrung every last ounce of ecstasy from her.
As soon as he released her breast and withdrew his fingers, she leaned into him, her legs buckling. He caught her around the waist and moved so he could put her down on the bed. She scooted up toward the pillows and waited for him to join her. He opened the front of his jeans, but before he pushed them off, he realized there was a conversation they needed to have before they went any further.
He met her gaze, trying to keep his eyes off her gorgeous, naked body. “I have a condom in my wallet, and considering what happened in Denver . . . are you back on some kind of birth control?”
She nodded. “I’m on the pill, mostly to regulate my periods. And I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
“It’s been almost a year for me, and I’m clean,” he told her, just so she knew, and pulled his wallet from his jeans to retrieve the condom.
Quickly stripping off the rest of his clothes, he rolled on the protection and climbed up onto the bed, stopping when he was kneeling in the inviting spread of Katie’s legs. His cock jutted straight up, hard as a spike, and it didn’t help matters that she was staring at his dick like she wanted to swallow it whole. He groaned inwardly. Bad analogy, because yeah, they were going to get around to that eventually.
Her gaze moved up his body appreciatively while he did the same to hers, but in the opposite direction. His perusal stopped when he saw a thin line of a scar low on her abdomen that hadn’t been there in Denver, and his instincts told him that it had something to do with her pregnancy.
It was the only thing that made sense, but if he was wrong, he wanted to know. “What is this scar from?” he asked, touching it gently with a finger.
She exhaled a breath. “They had to take Val in an emergency c-section.”
A rush of emotions hit him hard, along with a whole lot of regrets, and he exhaled through the tightening in his gut. He still didn’t know the details of Val’s birth, but now wasn’t the time to have the conversation. But they would at some point.
“If you’re waiting for an invitation to continue testing your theory about pleasuring me, you have one,” Katie said, opting for a lighthearted comment to get things back to where they were, which he appreciated.
Putting his thoughts back on her, he grinned wickedly and picked up one of her legs. Holding her curious gaze, he placed a sizzling, open-mouthed kiss on the inside of her knee, then continued with a whole lot more of them up her inner thigh—kissing, licking, gently biting his way toward her hot, wet center—still swollen and sensitive from her first orgasm of the night.
She squirmed against the comforter, and when he was good and settled between her legs and was one wet kiss away from her pussy, she reached down and pressed her hands along the tops of his shoulders to keep him from reaching his destination.
“Connor, no,” she begged, her fingers digging into his muscles. “I can’t. Not again.”
With his arms keeping her thighs spread open for him, he grasped her wrists and pulled her hands away, pinning them against her sides so she had no choice but to give herself over to him. “Oh, yeah, you can,” he countered, running his tongue along her slit and reveling in her full-body tremble. “You will,” he added, knowing he could take her up a second time, because he’d done so that night in Denver, multiple times.
He circled her clit, soft and slow, the wild whimper that escaped her throat telling him that while her mouth might protest, her pussy was totally on board with another orgasm. “I want you right back on the edge, baby, so when I fuck you, I’ll feel you come around my cock.”
Done talking, he gave all his attention to the task at hand, and before long her hips were arching up to meet the swirl of his tongue and she was begging for that second release she’d sworn she didn’t have in her to give.
With her at the peak once again, and his cock throbbing for the feel of her body, hot and tight, gripping him, he released her hands and reared up and over her, burying himself balls deep in one hard, driving thrust that wrenched a gasp of shock from Katie. That moment of adjustment quickly unraveled into a needy moan as her inner walls began pulsing around him.
He saw the raw, unbridled passion in her eyes, and a reciprocating lust and desire spread through him like wildfire. The feel of her wrapped so tight around his shaft was all too much and yet not enough. She clutched his shoulders and arched beneath him, and Jesus fuck, he slid impossibly deeper, groaning as her slick heat coated every inch of his dick as she came undone.
He was right behind her. Hitching her legs high around his waist for an even better angle, he buried his hands in her hair, pulling her head back as he crushed his mouth over hers, his tongue demanding, claiming, and possessing. The same way he branded her body, completely and utterly, his climax roaring through him as he rode her so fucking hard and deep he was surprised he didn’t split her in two.
When they were both spent, he moved off of her and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, he pulled her close to his side, refusing to let her retreat from him, emotionally or physically. Luckily, she cuddled into him, resting her head on his chest, with one of her legs entwined around his and a hand resting on his stomach.
He pulled the sheet up to their waists and gave her a few moments to relax, to let the adrenaline rush of her second orgasm subside before he brought up the scar again. He didn’t want to leave until he knew everything that had happened to her and Val.
Very gently, he threaded his fingers through her silky hair, enjoying the feel of her warm bod
y pressed so intimately to his. “Katie, what caused Val to be born prematurely?”
He felt her inhale a deep breath against his ribs, then release it slowly. “In my seventh month, there was a complication in my pregnancy. It’s called placental abruption, and it’s where the placental lining separates from the uterus, which can ultimately deprive the baby of oxygen and nutrients. It’s not completely uncommon, and if it’s caught early it can be monitored closely with bed rest, but unfortunately, by the time I had any noticeable symptoms, it was nearly a total separation and they had to take her by emergency c-section.”
“How did you know?” he asked curiously.
She absently rubbed her hand up and down his stomach, while he kneaded her scalp with his fingers. “Well . . . I was just into my seventh month, and it started with occasional abdominal pain and my back started to ache. I honestly thought it was indigestion, and since I had an appointment the next day with my doctor, I figured I’d talk to him about the issue when I saw him. Except I woke up in the middle of the night with continuous contractions and I was bleeding. A lot.”
He could only imagine how scared she’d been, all alone by herself. “I take it you called an ambulance?”
“No, I called Avery,” she said with a light laugh. “Leah was less than a year old at that time, and in my panic, I figured she’d know what was going on. I remember her saying, That’s not good, and she came right over and immediately took me to the hospital, while her husband stayed home with the baby.”
“I’m glad she was there for you,” he said quietly, knowing that she had no family she could rely on, though he truly hated that he hadn’t been able to take care of her.
“Me, too. Avery kept me calm, and as soon as a doctor came in to examine me, I was taken immediately into the OR for a c-section. Less than fifteen minutes later, Val was born, at three pounds, six ounces.”
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