Page 39 of Love You Too

“Last time you were here, you said you didn’t like me. Is that still true?”

Slowly, I shake my head. It seems impossible to dislike him now. “In some ways, this feels like us—the old us. But I know we’re different now.”

He takes a step closer. “Maybe not so different.”

I freeze, intensely aware of the heat of his chest, which is only a couple of inches from mine. I swear, if I lit a match, the electricity between us would send the room up in flames. I’m uncertain what he’s feeling, yet a part of me responds to him with a deep understanding.

There’s vulnerability in his eyes, along with something more intense. Smoldering.

I feel a closeness that comes from finally understanding why he did what he did all those years ago. And from our current situation, however it pans out in the future.

“I, um, you should know that my pregnancy hormones are making me…feel some things.”

Ren barks out a laugh. “That your way of telling me you’re horny?”

I nod.

He smirks, running a finger from my temple to my cheek and over my shoulder. His hand continues down my arm until our fingers intertwine. “Well, I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

I nod again, leaning closer to him until we’re breathing the same air. My forehead rests against his chest.

“Anythingyou need.” The heat in his growl makes my stomach flip and my core burn hot.

Ren leads me up the stairs, and I don’t question it. When we reach the hallway outside his room, he spins me so my back is against the wall and leans a forearm against the wall over my head. His eyes are molten as he lowers his lips to mine with such slow, intentional precision that it feels like he’s moving in slow motion. By the time his hand slides into my hair and his lips make contact, I’m a shaking, writhing bundle of need, desperate for the taste of him.

He takes his time with this kiss, overwhelming me with the heat and sensation of his mouth on mine. It’s a kiss I never want to end, a kiss I’d betray my country for.

It’s the polar opposite of the last time we were together. There’s no sparring or salty retorts. I could question the wisdom of letting my guard down with the man who broke my heart, but I’m too addicted to the feel of him to bother.

As we move into the room, Ren strips off each piece of my clothing so deftly that I don’t even realize it’s happening until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I realize I’m naked.

“How the heck did you do that so efficiently?” I sigh, hating that I need to break our kiss to ask, but needing to know.

He smiles against my mouth. “I know efficiency is your love language. I’m adapting.”

“Right when I didn’t think you could turn me on any more…” I giggle.

I can’t get Ren’s clothes off fast enough. Belt—ripped through the belt loops. Shirt—unbuttoned and on the floor in under ten seconds. I have none of the grace or finesse of what Ren managed to do, but I’m suddenly so fired up for him that I don’t care. I lean back on the bed and pull him toward me until his body is flush with mine. His groan of pleasure matches my own.

“There’s something so hot about knowing you have my baby in here,” Ren breathes against my belly. His hands leave goose bumps in their wake as he runs them along the skin of my hip and waist.

Maybe the pregnancy hormones are on overdrive because I’ve never felt so turned on in my life. Then again, it might just be him. I have no way of deciphering the origin of my feelings, and I have no interest in trying. Not when Ren holds himself over me on his forearms and my hands trail over his hard pecs and abs. I just want one more night with him where my body can feel only pleasure and my brain can take a break from worrying about what the future will hold. His mouth is hot and commanding as he works his way from my stomach to my breasts and closes his mouth over one nipple. “Oh, God!” I cry out so loudly that he stops his gentle assault on every one of my senses and looks at me.

“Did I hurt you?”

Shaking my head, I try to explain, even though I don’t really understand it. “Just sensitive.” My breasts are already a big erogenous zone for me, but now that they’ve been called to action by pregnancy hormones, they’re like a beacon on a dark night, begging to be seen. And touched. “Keep going, please.”

Ren comes to my rescue with guns blazing. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

His tongue runs light circles around each nipple, sending ripples of heat through my body. I’m dying for him to suck and bite and kiss me. It’s a new sensation of pleasure mixed with an ache that makes me yearn for more. I’m both marveling at how my body has changed in a matter of weeks and telling my brain to shut up for a few minutes so I can enjoy this.

I hum my approval as Ren flips me over and I straddle him, staring down at his hard chest and his beautiful cheekbones. I inhale deeply, and his manly scent of pine and soap is the first smell that makes me feel calm instead of nauseous. He’s the balm to my hormonal spikes.

With a strong hand gripping each hip, Ren moves me up his chest until I’m sitting on his face.

Reaching to the side, I grab a throw pillow and prop it under his head. “Here. That’s more comfortable.

He smiles. “Are you seriously worried about my comfort when I’m getting ready to devour you? I’m like a king at a banquet.”

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