Page 41 of Shattered

“Is the light hurting your eyes? I can turn it off—”

“No.” He stopped her, drawing her down beside him where he lay staring at her face. It was inches from his own, but he could make out the dark lines of her eyebrows and the shape of her mouth.

He slid a hand into her hair and kissed her. Kissed her again and again and again before lowering his head to the pillow, facing her. “Leave it on. I want to stare at you for the rest of the night.”

The sight of her lips curving into a smile filled his chest with a gratitude that made him want to weep.

His visionwouldreturn. He just had to be patient. This was a fight he had to win.

With his little warrior by his side and their child on the way, he was going to beat the odds and regain his sight. He wouldn’t accept any other option.

Chapter Fifteen

“Nathan, we can’t. We don’t have time, we need to leave here in fifteen minutes.”

Nate ignored Taya’s half-hearted, breathy protest and gripped her splayed thighs tighter in his hands, pulling her down to his waiting mouth. He savored his victory as she gasped then sighed in pleasure, wrapping her fingers around the top of the hotel headboard as she let her head fall back.

His timing had been perfect, catching her in the bathroom a few minutes ago while she was pulling her blue and white dress over her adorable baby bump. Before she’d managed to put on panties. He was sneaky like that.

He took full advantage of that easy access now, licking and stroking and sucking, teasing the swollen bud of her clit until she was writhing and mewling above him. She was in the third trimester now, and everything was going great. Especially the sex.

Her breasts were fuller now, her body twice as sensitive as normal from the extra blood volume she carried. She was also horny all the time these days, an unexpected symptom he was thrilled about. They’d had more sex in the past eight days than they’d had in the past six months combined. He could make her come so easily now, and much faster than normal. Sometimes more than once in a row. He freaking loved it. Wished she could stay pregnant forever.

But the absolute best part was being able toseeher while he did.

That was something he’d never take for granted again. His vision had only completely returned to normal a couple weeks ago, and he was savoring every moment of it. Like right now, watching his gorgeous wife unravel for him.

Sucking gently on her clit, one hand creeping up to dip inside the bodice of her dress and cup the full curve of her breast to squeeze her hardened nipple, Nate gazed up at her, need and arousal humming through his entire body. Taya’s mouth was open in a soft, sexy groan, eyes closed, all those glorious dark curls cascading over her shoulders as her thighs quivered on either side of his head.

“Put your fingers in me,” she panted, arching her back, reaching down to grab the back of his head with one hand.

He’d do better than that. He was so damn hard it was a wonder he didn’t bust the zipper on his dress pants.

Wrenching them and his underwear partway down his thighs, he curled his hands around her hips and eased her away from his mouth. She groaned in protest, but quickly shimmied down the length of his body and straddled his hips, his aching cock nestled against the soft, tender folds he’d just been enjoying.

Taya’s gray eyes glowed with arousal, her cheeks flushed with it. She sat up taller, stripped the dress off over her head and tossed it aside, every motion of her hips a sweet torture.

But in spite of their tight timeline, she wasn’t done tormenting him yet.

Poised there above him, she held his gaze, licked her lower lip as she reached back to undo her bra. He groaned like a man in delirium when her full breasts spilled free, the taut, darkened nipples begging for his attention. Nate cupped them reverently in his hands, tweaked the sensitive peaks with his thumbs before half-sitting up to capture one in his mouth.

Taya sucked in a sharp breath and cupped the back of his head, whimpering as she began to rock her slick folds up and down the length of his cock. God yeah, so sensitive and responsive to every intimate touch.

His head swam, her sweet scent twining around him, heart racing as though he’d just run ten miles. He wrapped an arm around her waist, firmly anchoring her to him. She reached down between them, curled her fingers around his throbbing length. He flicked his tongue across her nipple as he sucked it, moaned as she stood him up and began to sink down on him, enveloping him in her soft heat.

Nate squeezed his eyes shut and leaned back, pulling her with him. With one hand on her hip he helped her with the slow, hypnotic motion, each silky glide of her slick core along his length spreading pleasure up his spine. The position was slightly awkward with the bulk of her tummy in the way but she didn’t seem to care. She moaned his name and rode him slowly, reaching one hand between her legs to play with her clit.

Nate switched breasts, his heart rate unsteady as her moans turned to panting breaths that signaled she was close to exploding. He managed to force his heavy eyelids open and look up into her face as she started to come, the sensual agony on her face destroying him.

She clenched around him, her fingers digging into his scalp while she cried out her pleasure, the pulses along his cock setting him off. With a harsh groan, he thrust up into her warmth and locked her to him with the hand on her hip, ecstasy bursting through his whole body.

After a long moment Taya slumped and rolled off him, lying on her side facing him. She pushed a tangled curl away from her eyes. “Now I need another shower but I don’t have time.” Her expression was playfully accusing, but her breathless tone and the glow of pleasure in her eyes told him she’d loved it just as much as him.

“Good. Now you’ll smell like me the entire day.”

She wrinkled her nose. “That’s so caveman.”

“Totally caveman,” he agreed, snagging her around the waist and drawing her close for a kiss. “We’d better get ready. Don’t wanna be late to the wedding.”

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