Page 66 of Where We Call Home

That was all it took to shatter Rhodes’s control. His lips crashed into mine with a passion that left me breathless.

I leaned into him, my hands curling around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, desperate to close the distance between us. Our mouths moved together, a wild, unrelenting rhythm. I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

Rhodes cupped my face with both hands, drawing me to my feet. My teeth caught his lower lip, tugging lightly before letting go. The sharp snap as it sprang back made him growl, his eyes darkening as they fluttered shut.

With a swift motion, he spun me, backing me toward the living room. We moved as one, never breaking apart, our kisses frantic and fevered. Hands roamed, lips clashed, it was chaos, raw and electric, a frenzy that neither of us could control.

This was the first time I was going to have sex while pregnant; there was a lot I was unsure of. What would be comfortable? How would my body react? I couldn’t let the anxiety impact the moment. I trusted Rhodes.

Rhodes took control, and I was willing to let him, every ounce of defiance stripped away with a single intimate touch. Sitting down on the couch, he pulled me to straddle him. One leg lay on either side of his waist while I leaned down to let my tongue explore his.

“I’m gonna enjoy this,” Rhodes muttered against my lips before diving back in. “I’ve been thinking about you, needy and naked for me, for way too long.” I knew he meant it because I could feel how hard his cock was as it twitched between my legs. I rocked my hips to rub along his length, giving me the friction I needed to pleasure myself.

Rhodes’ hands dipped into my shorts, cupping my ass and squeezing. The feeling of his calloused palms against my sensitive skin set me ablaze. My hands grabbing his cheeks and my body moving in rolling motions against his. The tank top felt too tight, rubbing against the sensitive skin of my nipples adding to the friction.

I was feral.

Rhodes pulled away, pausing the kiss as he panted.

“Are we doing this?” he asked, leaning his head against the back of the couch.

“I think so,” I replied, my thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks as I stared into his eyes, lost in a pool of dilated pupils.

“What do you want?” His hands still roamed my body, exploring the curve of my hips under my clothes.

That was a good question. Was an intense make-out enough? Did I want to go further?

The slickness between my legs told me my answer.

I leaned, pressing my breasts against his bare chest. “You.”

“If we do this, there’s no going back.” He was caring and cautious, leaving it up to me. Even in a lust filled moment, he was considerate. I couldfeelhow badly he wanted me. Wanted this. Yet, he considered me and my feelings above the raging ache of his cock.

“I know.”

Without any more questions or hesitation, Rhodes leaned farther back and removed his hands from my body. Like a king, he draped his arms on the back of the couch and nodded past me.

“Then stand up and strip for me, Theo.”

Scrambling, I climbed off of his lap and stood. My heart was in my ears, beating loud enough to drown out any sound.

I was molten as I hooked both thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and shimmed out, standing bare to make a show out of my strip tease. Rhodes was staring at me like I was a work of art, a sparkle in his eyes I’d never witnessed before. That gave me the courage to keep going.

Slowly, I removed the tank top and let it hang from my fingertips, twirling it back and forth before dropping it to the ground with a smirk.

I was standing completely naked in front of Rhodes Dunn. My friend. My roommate. My deepest desire. The man I shouldn’t be getting involved with but fuck if I could hold back any longer.

He was the first person to witness me naked while pregnant. I’d been hiding myself and my body from the world–he was the first one to trulyseeme.

“You arebeautiful. A masterpiece.” Rhodes said, his gaze raking over me from head to toe.

Usually, I hated the extra attention, but right now, I soaked in every bit I could. I craved it, craved him.

“Look at you,” Rhodes scoffed in almost disbelief. He reached his hand towards me, his palm up. I placed my hand in his, and he guided me to him to resume my position.

Rhodes leaned up, placing both hands on either side of my belly. Coming closer, he left a soft kiss on the swell. There were those damn butterflies again, the gentle touch of their wings tickling my insides. My core throbbed in anticipation and my heart kicked with longing. There was a crack, like ice was melting away.

“I think it’s your turn,” I spoke softly, dropping my intense stare down to the hard cock in his pants.

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