But we’re straddling a bad line.
“You’re going to move, right?” she whispers. “Please, Lo. You’re hard, and it feels…” she bucks up again.
Jesus Christ. My nerves light up. “Easy…easy,” I whisper. I rest my forehead on hers and take a long breath. “What’d you imagine?” I run my hand up her belly to her breast, and I rub her nipple with my thumb.
“Hmm?”
“With Hellion and Laura?” I ask, bringing up my favorite X-Men couple.
“His hardness…between my legs…I mean her legs,” she says softly. “Please…”
I dip my head down and flick her nipple with my tongue, and she hits another high that rolls her eyes, her mouth frozen open. I clutch her ass and push her up, much harder into me while she contracts around my cock. God.
Dammit.
Even though my mind bursts with my veins, I somehow don’t come with her. Force of habit. I held back.
“Again,” she breathes.
Insatiable.
No matter how many times we f**k, she will keep saying again.
“Later,” I tell her.
“You’re hard,” she notes, her eyes on my lips for the thousandth time.
“Ignore my cock, Lily Calloway.”
She gawks. “Never.”
I shouldn’t smile, but I do. “Guess what, Lil?”
“What?” Her eyes light.
“I’m going to f**k you slowly, and then I’m going to stay right inside of you. You come again after that, and I pull out.” I literally cannot handle Lily contracting and pulsing and clenching against my cock. The intensity and pressure is too much for me.
Her brows pinch. “That’s not very nice.”
I lean close, my lips a breath from hers. “You must be the last one to hear then…I’m very…very…mean.” I kiss her so strongly that her head rises off the pillow when I draw back, inhaling her body.
Then I grind right against her. She’s so tight around me that I can hardly pull my shaft back and ram in. I just dig forward, now on top of her instead of side-to-side, and I taste her with my tongue, my lips stinging and swelling above hers. The whole bed rocks with my movement, the wooden posts thudding into the wall.
She’s small beneath me, like a ravenous tiny girl, aching for carnal things. I’m aware that she’s carrying our child, and it only heightens the sensations that heat me.
Two more thrusts and Lily moans into the pillow again.
I rest my forearm on the bed, an edged noise slicing my throat. I hold still in her warmth, pooling my mind with exhaustion. We’re both caked with sweat, our hair doused like we’ve been running a marathon.
We’re back on our sides, and I inspect her features.
Even if she doesn’t say it, her eyes do. Again.
No.
This has to be it. I kiss her lips lightly. “No more.”
She nods, understanding, but her limbs quake like they long for another round. “I’ll go to sleep this time. I promise.” She nods determinedly.
My lips brush her temple, and I stroke her damp hair.
It’s going to be a long night.
7
LILY CALLOWAY
My orgasms are out of this world amazing.
Which is the best and worst thing. I just want more and more. “I think it’s like you tasting the most delicious whiskey ever,” I tell Lo while he pulls me onto my feet, the morning after we’ve fooled around for a long, long time with naps in between.
I’m sore all over, and I can barely even shuffle forward without feeling an ache in my joints and my sweet spot.
I won’t let my mind believe this is a regression, not when it’s a symptom of pregnancy: great orgasms and higher libido. What’s not normal: the uncontrollable, compulsive beast inside of me. But the Lily beast is at bay, hibernating in a cozy cave. I’m sure of it. She’s not ever supposed to come out again. She’s very aware of this.
In black boxer-briefs, Lo’s amber eyes descend from my head to my toes. I stand completely naked, my skin reddening the more he grazes me with his sight. “Are you drunk off me, love?” he asks, those intoxicating eyes flitting back to mine.
Maybe. “Just not addicted.” My metaphor was a bad one, I realize.
“Good.” He tugs me to him and playfully bites my neck. “You bath. Me shower.” And then he kisses my nose.
I frown. “Why can’t we both take a bath or shower together?”
He suddenly lifts me in his arms, a cradle. “Because,” he says with a playful tone while he walks, “boys and girls don’t bathe together. Everyone knows this, Lil.”
“We broke that rule a long time ago,” I mention. He sets my butt on the cold edge of the white marbled tub, and he turns the silver handles to the bath.
He tests the temperature. “Did we?” he feigns confusion and stares at the ceiling. “I don’t remember bathing with a Lily Calloway.” He glances back down at me. “What does she look like?”
How do I even describe my features? “Brown hair…” I have a hard time concentrating when Lo’s gaze drops to my br**sts that have grown much larger in the past weeks. “Really tiny boobs, a bony butt—”
“You mean the most adorable ass, the cutest boobs and the prettiest brown hair?” He mockingly gasps and says, “I do know her.” He snaps his fingers. “She does this thing…” He lets out a trained, playful laugh.
I smile. “What thing?”
“You wouldn’t understand. It’s between me and her, an inside…” He trails off as he looks back at me, his face sharpening a little. “Put your feet in the bath, love.”
I realize that I’m straddling the edge of the tub. Oh my God. Am I grinding? I lick my dry lips and set my soles into the warm water. To erase this horrible awkwardness that I’ve caused, I just say, “I understand inside things,” I say. “Not in like a perverted way.” Oh my God.
I climb into the half-full tub so I can drown beneath the water and never surface. As soon as I plop down, Lo must sense my plan because he laces his fingers with mine, holding me upright. I reach for the bath foam ball in a basket of beauty products that Rose set out for me.
“She does this thing…” Lo continues, his voice lighter. “…with her nose.”
I frown. “What?”
“There it is,” Lo smiles. And then he pretends to be shocked. “Jesus Christ, you’re her!”
I splash water at him but it hits the side of the tub pathetically, not high enough. “What do I do?”
“You crinkle your nose,” he tells me, “when you’re thinking hard or when you’re confused.”
My mouth falls. No. “I have the ‘who farted face?’ All the time?” I groan and sink into the water. It’s betrayed me, barely rising to cover my br**sts. Spigot, work faster! I need a water shield to hide under.
“It’s painfully adorable,” Lo assures me. He rises to his feet and then drops his boxer-briefs. “Eyes up here, Lil.”
Sure. I focus my gaze on his face and not his beautiful package down below. I expect him to share the water with me, but instead, he heads to the shower. “Don’t forget to wash your pretty hair.”
“You’re still not going to share a bath with me?”
“Not this morning.”
“I promise I won’t touch you,” I say, feeling good about this proclamation. I can withstand Loren Hale. I know I can.