Page 50 of Pucked and Pregnant

“Even if this stays casual, it’ll still end in disaster,” I say to the floor.

He tips my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “Then tell me you don’t want it.”

“We both know I can’t do that.”

“Then stop racing six steps ahead to borrow trouble. Be here with me right now and let tomorrow sort itself out on its own.”

I know my feet are on the ground in the same way I know my heart is at the edge of a high dive.

My voice is shaky as I whisper, “Okay.”

I’m so nervous I almost miss his sigh of relief.

Then, as if I weigh less than a feather, he scoops me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom. He sets me at the edge of the bed and I immediately start moving toward the middle.

“I put you there for a reason,” he says, dragging me back into place.

He drops to his knees at the edge of the bed and my breath catches in my throat.

Every nerve ending in my lower body lights up as he slides my pajama bottoms down my legs. When he sees I’m completely bare beneath them, he lets out a low moan.

“You’re killing me, angel.”

Heat floods my core as he presses open-mouthed kisses to the inside of my thighs.

“It’s completely unfair for you to be this perfect,” he says, nudging my legs further apart.

I clutch the bed sheets as he plants light kisses everywhere except the one place I desire most.

My legs are shaking. My breath comes in short gasps when his kisses turn into light nibbles.

Then without warning, he sucks my clit into his mouth. My hands fly into his hair, and I scream his name.

He grips my hips hard as he continues to lick and suck my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I’m somehow both everything and nothing all at once.

I feel my walls start to flutter as he slips a finger inside me, but when he adds the second my vision goes white with pleasure.

“There’s my good girl. Let me feel you come around my fingers.”

“Please. I’m almost there… I need… I…”

“Tell me what you need, angel.”

“Harder.”

He lifts my leg over his shoulder and thrusts his fingers into me harder and faster. With this new angle, it doesn’t take me long to finish.

My whole body shakes as he traces his tongue from my entrance to my clit.

“Fuck. You taste even better after you come.”

His words flip some kind of switch in me. I pull him up onto the bed and have him on his back before he registers the shift in position.

My fingers make quick work of his jeans.

I need him. Right now.

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