Page 33 of The Nicolaides Baby

He grinned and ran one hand down her back to cup her ass. “No. Not like I’d like to.” Then he came awake even more when she took him in her hand and stroked up and down, and then squeezed. “Ahh…”

“I need you.” She pressed against his shoulder with her free hand and he turned to his back at her urging. She rose over him, straddled his body, and then guided him into her wet heat before bracing both hands on his chest. He pressed his head back into his pillow with each bite of her fingernails and clinch of her inner walls as she slid over his length.

Rowan didn’t take control like this often, and if this was what she needed, he would let her have her way. So, he grabbed her waist with both hands and held tightly as he fought not to take over her slow glide.

“Touch me.”

Her moaned words sent his pulse racing as his hands slid up her sides to cup her full breasts. He squeezed and then abraded her nipples pressing into his palms.

They made love in silence, with only the hums of pleasure passing between them and their panting breaths filling the air.

But he was getting close and didn’t want to leave her behind, so he reached between their bodies and gathered some of her wetness before going to her clit and working over it furiously as her pace increased.

“Yes,” she whispered as she ground against his hips and fingers. “Just like that. Ahh… Ahh…” With another couple of deep grinds her body bowed as the nub under his fingers swelled and pulsed.

He squinted into the darkness to try and watch her face as she came, but he could only make out the frame of her hair. But it didn’t matter. They had years ahead of them for him to enjoy the beautiful sight of her coming apart over and under him.

And right now he needed his own release, so he rolled with her until she lay beneath him and then rolled his hips in a slow rhythmic motion as she ran her hands up his sides to his hair. She pulled his head down and took his mouth in an almost desperate, searing kiss unlike any she had given him before as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She held him tightly as he pumped into her until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

He stilled as he emptied himself into her body and then ran his cheek against her damp one once his body was sated.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked as he tried to disentangle himself from her hold, but she was having none of it, and if anything held him tighter.

“No, it was just so perfect.” He leaned up, brushed back her hair, and then lovingly kissed over her face—finding the wet track of her tears and absorbing them as he trailed his lips to her mouth where gave her a lingering kiss.

“We have years of perfection ahead of us,” he whispered against her mouth before settling to his side and pulling her against his chest. And he couldn’t wait. Four years had been too long to be without her, and now that she was finally where she should be, he never wanted to know another day apart from her.

“Right,” she murmured on a shuddering breath. “Years.”

He held back a yawn and then said around a slight chuckle, “Now that you’ve worn me out, we’d better get some sleep. We have a big day coming up.”

“We do,” she said on a deep sigh. “But right now,thisis what I want to remember.”

Exhaustion pulled at him and so he didn’t question her odd statement.

“Leo?” she whispered close to his ear as he breathed deeply of her and his thoughts grew fuzzy.

“Mmm…”

“I love you.”

He smiled as he drifted off to sleep, knowing the woman his arms—the woman he loved—would soon be his forever.

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“Leo!”

Light shown throughout his room as he startled awake at his mother’s yell of his name. He pushed himself up to a sitting position and glanced around the room.

“Rowan?”

“Leo!”

“Coming, Mother,” he called out as he left his bed and grabbed a pair of gray sweats draped over the back of a nearby chair and put them on.

He left his room and grimaced. He had no idea where she was. “Mother?”

“Mara’s room. Hurry!”

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