Page 106 of The Way We Score

Exhaling a chuckle, he leans down to kiss my nose as he holds my naked body flush with his. “You’re my girl, Liv. Always.”

Dipping my chin, I rest my cheek against his chest. I wantto say so many more things. I want to make promises and plans, but right now I’m satisfied in the cocoon of his embrace, basking in this step we’ve taken.

We’re home. I’m in his arms. It’s right, and I never want to leave this place. I always want to be his.

“Losing you was the worst thing I’ve ever done.” His voice is quiet, and I tighten my fingers against his back. “You were always so smart and strong and beautiful. I was always so proud to be with you, to be your guy. I wanted everyone to know you belonged to me.”

His voice is low, almost like he’s starting to sleep, and I hug him tighter thinking about this. I think about how hard I worked to be something special, a girl my father would be proud of.

I don’t know if my father was ever proud of me, but this man was.

“Now you’re having my baby, and I realize…” His lips trace a line over my brow. “I didn’t know what being proud meant.”

My eyes squeeze, and my fingers curl as I hold him tighter. “The happiest times of my life have all been with you, Liv.”

His hand cups the back of my head, and it’s true. Sleep pushes against my eyes, and I curl to the side. Being in his arms is the best place to rest.

The moon glowsthrough my window when I wake to warm kisses sliding up my back. My nipples tighten as his lips move into my hair, behind my ear, pulling the skin of my neck gently between his teeth.

Heat rises in my core, and my insides are slippery wet. It’s tingling and electric, and the added scuff of his beard makes me moan. He smiles against my skin and cups my breasts, squeezing and lifting, rolling the tips between his fingers.

“Are you still horny?” He pulls my earlobe, and I nod.

“Yes.”

“What do you want?”

“The tip.”

“Where?” A smile is in his voice, and my stomach trembles with anticipation.

“In my ass.”

His low groan makes me whimper. Large hands grip my butt cheeks, squeezing and massaging, and I rub my knees together with need.

“This sweet little ass wants my cock?” His beard scuffs the side of my neck.

“Yes…” I nod, shuddering as my back arches.

My tingling nipples point to the ceiling, and I put my hand between my legs to stroke my clit.

He dips two fingers into my dripping core then slides the wetness higher, over my tightest hole. Gently pushing a finger inside, I drop my head back against his shoulder with a moan.

“You’re so wet,” he groans in my ear. “It’s not enough for this.”

“The nightstand drawer…”

He moves quickly. My eyes are closed, and I hear the click of a cap.

Turning my face to his, I kiss his cheek. “You’re the only person I do this with.”

“Me too,” a dark chuckle. “It’s our little secret.”

My nose wrinkles, and I breathe a laugh, thinking of us as curious teenagers, believing we were being so bad.

Holding my jaw, he consumes my mouth. Our tongues curl, and his hand slides across my stomach, around my waist as he pulls me closer. Heat ripples out from his touch, and he lifts his mouth to my ear.

“I’d never hurt you, Liv.” From the first time we did this, he’s always so careful with me.

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