Page 48 of Soul

I stay quiet while he connects with this idea of being a father, and I let him finish whatever he needs to say or do to make this reality sink in. Chase leans his head down to my stomach and listens. To what, I don’t know. The fetus couldn’t be more than the size of a lima bean. I can feel his body tense all around me, his hands cupping where the baby is nestled safely within my womb. “This ismychild. No man, no woman, no one, willeverlay a harsh finger to our baby. I will protect you and our child with my life. Know that, Gillian.”

“Chase, baby, I do know that. I know you will never hurt me or our child. Daddy,” I say to lighten the thick pressure of the mood he’s in. His lips turn up and he grins.

“Holy fuck. I’m going to be someone’s daddy. And you’re going to be a mommy!” He tosses back and I giggle and nod.

“Looks like it.”

“We’re going to need to get you into the doctor right away. I’ll call Dana after.”

I narrow my brows and purse my lips. “After what?”

“After I fuck my pregnant wife,” he says deadpan.

“Is that right?” I say with as much sex appeal as I can muster.

“Oh, I’m going to show you what’s right. And that’s me, balls deep inside that perfect pussy,” he growls.

Jesus. There are so many layers to this man I can hardly keep track. One moment he sounds angry, the next possessive, and now, horny. And his words, they seem to smooth along my skin like silk and wrap around my libido making me insanely needy for him.

“Does the idea of taking a pregnant lady turn you on?” I say, stretching out my limbs above my head, pointing my toes and moaning at the way the muscles bend and stretch, relieving two days’ worth of tension.

I’m so happy to be back in our bed after all the travel, the nightmare of dealing with two more of my friends hurt, falling asleep at Maria’s bedside, and our Kathleen still not out of the woods. I know there’s nothing we can do for either of them tonight; tomorrow, that’s another day of sticking to the hospital, spreading love and praying for Kat to be okay.

Chase’s lips come down to my clavicle where he licks a slippery line. Instead of lifting the shirt off my head he pushes the straps down my shoulders eager to get to more skin. “Everything about you turns me on,” Chase says. “Your pearlescent skin,” he licks a line down between my breasts pushing the shirt as he goes. I’m not wearing a bra because it could rub against my tattoo so when he pushes it over the swells my breasts pop free. Instantly he takes one into his warm mouth. He swirls his tongue around the tight knot of flesh, biting enticingly into the erect tip, sending ripples through my body and making me wet.

I moan as he sucks hard. “I love how your pretty pink nipples get dark, turning into ripe berries when I suck on them. He proves his point by squeezing the round globes, pushing as much of my breast into his mouth as possible and biting down. My back arches instinctively and my hands fist into his hair, holding him close, giving myself to his ministrations. He takes it, plucking and ripening each nipple until they are hot points of need. He grabs my camisole and slowly pulls it over my tattoo, then my shoulders, and over my head where he tosses it aside.

Chase’s gaze zeros in on my tattoo. With a feather light touch he traces the area then kisses it. It’s still scabbing over but it doesn’t really hurt. “I love seeing this on your skin, baby. Knowing it’s for me.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know that I’ll ever be worthy of you, but I’m going to spend my life trying.”

I cup both his cheeks. “You’re more than worthy. Chase, you’re my world. You, me, and now this baby. We’re a family. Arealfamily. You’ve given me something no one else could give me. Don’t you see that?”

After that, all words are unnecessary because Chase makes it so, keeping my mouth busy on his. He kisses me with his whole being and I feel it down to my toes where they curl at each swipe of his tongue. The minty taste of him calls to me. Speaks to a place deep inside where a woman knows her mate instinctively.

Kiss after drugging kiss, Chase and I reconnect. Find that togetherness we had in Ireland and bring it into this bed in our home. Chase’s lips tear from mine as his hands slide over my thighs. “Need to be inside my wife.”

He doesn’t even take the time to remove my panties just rips them at the side so they’re out of the way. Chase holds my legs open wide, staring down at my arousal-slickened sex like he’s ravenous, not sure whether he wants to put his mouth on me or plunge in. It’s a difficult decision, I know, for I’m ready for either one, equally desiring both.

Ultimately, he ends up with his eyes on the prize. Lightning quick, his face is between my thighs, hovering over my center. He inhales fully. “Christ, that smell. There’s nothing like the scent of your desire, baby. Makes my mouth water.” He proves this by pushing my thighs wider and licking me from bottom to top, groaning in pleasure. Then he places his lips over my aching heat and sucks me hard, his thumbs keeping me open, his index fingers spinning circles around my clit so perfectly I skyrocket into orgasm. My body convulses against his working mouth, his tongue delving in and out of me. The sounds he’s making are primal, lost to the moment, and I love every second of being the focus of his attention.

Once he licks every inch his eyes come to mine. His face is coated in my essence as he drags his tongue all over his wet lips as if wanting to get every last drop of my pleasure. Those beautiful blue eyes of his are hot. “Will it hurt the baby to fuck you hard?” he asks, holding my thighs open at the knees.

I shake my head. “No. Baby is well protected and very, very small.”

Chase’s nostrils flare, and he pushes his boxers down, his dick is huge, thick and straining. The wide knob at the top weeps at the slit, and I moan, wanting nothing more than to lick it off, taste his desire for me.

“Let me have a taste,” I beg locking eyes with him. His eyes are swirling with heat.

“You want a taste of my cock.”

I grin. “I want a taste ofmycock.” I bite down on my bottom lip and lift my chin.

Chase’s smile is predatory and his eyes gleaming. His hand comes down and cups my entire center. “This pussy mine?”

I nod. “Always has been.”

“Always fucking will be,” he grates, pushing the heel of his palm into my clit, at the same time, plunging two fingers deep.

My head falls back to the pillow on a moan. I move my head from side to side while swirling my hips wanting more of him. I can’t handle it. When he’s touching me, he owns me, and the smug bastard knows it.

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