Page 111 of Say You're Mine

I'm moving before I can think, struggling to untangle myself from the sheets. June is there in an instant, strong hands steadying me as I wobble to my feet. The brush of his skin against mine sends electricity arcing through my body, and I have to bite back a moan.

"You shouldn't be here," I whisper, even as I lean into him, drinking in his warmth, his scent. "It's not safe."

A low growl rumbles in his chest. "Nowhere's safe without you."

His lips crash into mine, desperate and demanding. I open to him instantly, letting him devour me, matching his hunger with my own. We're a tangle of hands and mouths, tearing at clothes, needing to be skin to skin.

June breaks the kiss, trailing fire down my neck as he pushes me back onto the bed. "Fuck, I've missed you," he rasps against my throat. "Missed this. Missed us."

"Show me," I breathe, arching into him. "Make me feel it, June."

He does.

With reverent hands and a wicked mouth, June maps every inch of my changed body. He lavishes attention on my swollen breasts, teasing and tormenting until I'm a writhing mess beneath him. His stubble scrapes deliciously against my inner thighs as he moves lower, and I have to stifle a cry when his tongue finally finds my aching center.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs against my slick flesh. "Let me hear you. Let me taste how much you want me."

I fist my hands in his hair, holding him close as he works me over with lips and tongue. The coil of pleasure winds tighter and tighter, until I'm teetering on the edge of oblivion.

"June," I pant, my hips rolling against his mouth. "I'm gonna-"

He redoubles his efforts, sucking hard on my clit as he slips two fingers inside me. The dual sensation is too much, and I shatter with a strangled cry, my body bowing off the bed.

June works me through the aftershocks, gentling his touch as I come down. When he finally pulls away, his chin glistening with my arousal, the look in his eyes nearly sets me off again.

"My turn," I say, reaching for him.

But June catches my wrists, pinning them above my head with one large hand. "Not yet," he growls, his free hand trailing down my body to cup my belly. "Need to be inside you. Need to feel our baby between us."

A fresh wave of desire crashes over me at his words. "Please," I whimper, spreading my legs wider in invitation. "I need you, June. All of you."

He enters me in one smooth thrust, stretching and filling me in the most exquisite way. We both groan at the sensation, our bodies remembering each other like coming home.

"Fuck," June grits out, his forehead pressed to mine. "You feel so good, Cara. So tight, so wet for me."

He starts to move, setting a rhythm that's both achingly tender and desperately fierce. I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies speaking the language of love and longing that words can't capture.

"Mine," June growls, nipping at my collarbone. "Say it, Cara. Tell me you're mine."

"Yours," I gasp, my nails raking down his back. "Always yours, June. Only yours."

His hips snap forward harder, faster, driving me towards the precipice once more. I can feel him swelling inside me, know he's close too.

"Come for me, baby," he demands, his thumb finding my clit. "One more time. Wanna feel you come on my cock."

The added stimulation is all it takes. I fly apart with a keening wail, my inner muscles clamping down on him like a vise. June follows a heartbeat later, burying himself to the hilt as he empties himself inside me with a guttural groan.

We lie tangled together in the aftermath, our ragged breathing the only sound in the quiet room. June's hand splays protectively over my belly, and I feel the baby kick in response.

"He knows his daddy," I murmur, covering June's hand with my own.

June's breath hitches, and when I look up, there are tears glistening in his eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whispers, voice thick with emotion. "I should be here. Should be taking care of you both."

I cup his face, forcing him to meet my gaze. "You are," I say fiercely. "You're fighting for us, June. For our future. That's everything."

He leans into my touch, turning to press a kiss to my palm. "I love you," he says, the words weighted with promise. "Both of you. More than anything in this fucked up world."

"We love you too," I whisper back. "Come home to us, June. Whatever it takes."

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