Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“You’re just trying to torture me,” he muttered.
“Not really. I sleep like this every night,” she informed him.
“Of course you do.” He’d already decided to torment her the same way she’d done him and lowered his head, allowing only his hot breath to touch her bare mound.
He took in her feminine scent, and his entire body stiffened in response. In record time, he was ready to go again. But he wasn’t giving her that treat too quickly. If he was going to allow himself this, knowing that whatever he and Erin shared in bed had to be temporary, he wanted memories to keep with him in the future.
So when they played nice for the sake of their kid, when she finally looked at him and saw the real Cole Sanders, the one his father raised, Cole would have them to hold on to.
Right now, he wanted her begging him to take her.
Her legs were trembling, and he braced a hand on either thigh before dipping his head for the long-awaited treat, and sweet heaven, she tasted good. He slid his tongue between her wet folds, lapping at her over and over, savoring the unique flavor that was Erin. He remembered exactly what made her moan, made her writhe in need, buck her hips and call out his name. He knew where to lick, where to suckle, and when to ease off with teasing flicks of his tongue.
Only when she was shaking, straining against his mouth for release, did he give her what she wanted, thrusting one finger into her moist heat and nipping the tight bud with his teeth. Erin’s body went from trembling to stiff as she came, crying out his name long and hard. He suckled her clit through her entire orgasm, waiting for the tremors to subside before easing off her and giving her a minute to return to reality.
“Cole,” she said in a husky voice.
“Yeah, honey?” he asked, sliding back up on the bed.
“As awesome as that was? It wasn’t enough. I need you inside me.”
Oh hell, this woman was practically made for him. She wasn’t begging, but it was damn close enough. His body was near to bursting.
“I can do that.” He lifted himself over her and paused, calculating how fast he could get to the bathroom and back.
“You don’t need protection,” she said softly, surprising him. “I mean, not just because I can’t get pregnant, but . . . I’m . . . you know.” That blush covered her cheeks again.
Yeah, he knew. She was clean. In so many more ways than him. “I am too. I had a complete physical when I came out from undercover.”
“Okay then.” She nodded, her expression dazed but certain.
“Okay,” he said and looked into her eyes for the first time.
As soon as he met that wide-eyed gaze, the emotion he’d been holding at bay slammed into him hard. Yeah, he’d been with her before, but this time was different, and not just because he didn’t have to wear a condom. She was carrying his baby.
Jesus.
He glanced at her pale stomach, mostly flat, but there was a slight bump he hadn’t noticed before. He jerked his head up, and she laughed.
“You won’t hurt me—or the baby.”
She’d read his mind. He knew that, but for some reason, it helped to hear her say it.
“Do you not want to do this?” Her voice dipped low. Her lashes fluttered down, and she looked everywhere but at him.
He’d never been with a pregnant woman, but he’d had buddies whose wives had been pregnant, and he knew all about raging hormones and feminine insecurities over getting bigger. Cole had never enjoyed those beer-induced conversations, but he was glad for them now.
“Honey, you are so damned beautiful. Of course I want you.” His gaze traveled from her stomach, to the breasts he intended to explore later, then to her mouth.
Which he realized he hadn’t yet kissed. Maybe that connection would reassure her that no matter what he couldn’t give her in the future, he wanted nothing more than to get inside her body right now.
He leaned down and trapped her mouth with his, and what he’d intended to be a soft seduction flared into a raging inferno. He devoured her, knowing he was not only giving her a taste of him but also showing her what she tasted like on his tongue. She groaned beneath him and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling at the same time she kissed him back, matching him in both desire and need.
Unable to stop himself, he rocked his hips against hers, letting his erection swell and thicken against her soft folds, arousing her with a slow, stroking glide.
“Mmm.” She sighed into his mouth and arched her back up for better friction.
He shifted his hips from side to side, giving her some of what she needed but not everything. Not yet. Even if he was killing himself, he thought, there was more he wanted from her first.