Page 54 of Closing the Distance

“One of them? You have others?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know what he’s going to say.

“Oh yeah. Let me show you another one.”

And then he slides down to his stomach, pulls off my sleep shorts, and spreads my thighs apart before burying his head between my legs, his tongue doing magical things to my clit that has my whole body tensing as a moan—his second favorite sound—rips from my throat.

THIRTY

Lexi snores.

After how stressed she was about doing something embarrassing or something that could be a deal-breaker for me—which isn’t possible because I’m so far sunk for this woman it’s not even funny—I don’t have the heart to tell her.

I also don’t think it’s something she normally does, but the pregnancy has changed her body, just like Romel suggested it might. I love this woman, but the sounds that come out of her in the middle of the night are downright terrifying. The first time I heard it, I thought a lion had broken into my penthouse.

I watch her sleep for a little longer, loving how peaceful she looks when she’s asleep, especially in our bed in our house, then get up and head down to make her breakfast. She’s been on a waffle kick for the last couple of weeks, so I decide to make some batter. I’ve got music playing low in the background as I drink my coffee and make us waffles and bacon. I also whip up some egg whites for myself since I try to eat relatively clean, even in the offseason.

When the waffles are done, I turn around to put them on the plate on the counter only to find Lexi standing at the edge of the kitchen, her eyes wide as she looks around. I follow her gaze and wince a little at the mess I made.

I wasn’t kidding about the dishes, but I guess I haven’t cooked enough for her to realize I’m kind of a messy cook. I clean it up when I’m done, but the during often looks like something out of a disaster movie.

I look back at her. “I’m going to clean all this up. Promise.”

She stares at me for a second, her bottom lip trapped between her lips, and I start to panic that maybe this is a deal-breaker for her. But that panic doesn’t have much time to grow because she walks up to me, wraps her arms around my waist, and nuzzles against my chest. Her body starts to shake, and I almost think she’s crying which makes me feel like the biggest asshole in the world, until she makes the most unladylike snort and I realize she’s laughing.

She’s laughing at me.

She tilts her head up, her face flushed as she tries to compose herself, and I can’t help smiling down at her. God, I fucking love this woman, even when she’s laughing at my expense.

She shakes her head and looks back around the kitchen before smiling up at me. “You weren’t kidding.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Is it weird that this mess actually makes me feel better?”

My shoulders relax as I hold her closer to me. “Not at all. I already told you; you can’t do anything that will make me run away from you. I’m in this, Precious. All in.”

She pushes up to her tiptoes, bringing her lips to mine, and I get lost in the kiss until I smell something burning and realize the bacon is well past crispy.

She smacks my butt as she moves over to the cabinet to grab more plates, and we move around the kitchen together getting breakfast dished up. It’s the first time it really sinks in that this is my life—the woman of my dreams making breakfast with me and carrying our baby. It feels like a dream come true, and if it weren’t for the continued distance between me and my brother, my life would be downright perfect.

THIRTY-ONE

“Danae’s here to take you to girls’ night,” he says, placing a kiss on my neck.

“Mmm,” I hum, pleasure coursing through me. The best thing about living with Ty is unfettered access to his body that I can’t seem to get enough of—at least right now since my hormones are raging. I’ve never been hornier in my entire life than I have been during this pregnancy. We’re having sex every day, sometimes multiple times a day because I can’t stop. He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, his hunger has been rising to match mine. He’s always finding small ways to touch me, kiss me, caress me. It’s enough to drive me crazy with need, especially now when I have to leave, and I can already feel my clit throbbing for him again.

“Ty,” I whine, causing him to chuckle.

“Sorry not sorry. I’m addicted.”

“But I have to go and now I’m horny.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He spins me around, lifting me up until my ass is sitting on the edge of our bathroom counter. He’s down on his knees before I can even question him, his hands lifting up my skirt and pulling my underwear off.

His gaze locks on mine as he licks up the seam of my soaked pussy lips to my achy, needy clit. The second his lips wrap around that pulsing nub, my hands are in his hair, holding his head to me. “Oh God,” I moan, rocking against his mouth. God, I wish we had more time so he could make this last forever, but I know Danae is waiting downstairs.

“Ty…” The word is barely out of my mouth when he thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that always makes me see stars. He thrusts once, twice, then sucks on my clit hard as he thrusts a third time and I shatter, my orgasm ripping through me as if I haven’t had one in weeks instead of this morning in the shower.

He eases away as the last of my orgasm washes through me. “Damn, I love this. I might have to get you pregnant a lot if this is how it’s going to be, because I can’t get enough of your needy little moans.”

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