Page 422 of The Tempted

I was balls deep in Kitten, surrounded by everything I wouldn’t allow myself to dream of and my hand moved subconsciously, like a dream, to her stomach.

She ran her index finger down my cheek, lifting my chin so my eyes found hers.

“Tiger,” she whispered.

“Kitten,” I growled, snapping out of it. I leaned into her, splaying my palms on the hood of the car as I rotated my hips, making her feel me and how deep I was inside of her. She grabbed onto my shoulders, lifting her ass off the car and pressing herself into me.

“Doesn’t get any deeper than this baby,” I hissed, bending my head to graze her neck.

“No, you’re right it doesn’t,” she whispered. I lifted my head and my eyes bore into hers and I began moving, in and out, slow and fast until the fire inside me built to an uncontrollable need. It was then I gave into the temptation and recklessly fulfilled the dream.

Her pussy tightened around my cock, her body went from writhing wildly to being completely still as she came. Her back fell against the hood of the car and she arched one final time before I started coming deep inside of her, giving her everything, everything I didn’t even know I had in me to give someone.

I dropped my body over hers, taking her arms and pinning them over her head before pressing my mouth to hers.

“You’re ruining me, Kitten,” I said against her mouth.

“How so?” she panted.

“Just trust me, you have fucking sunk your claws so deep inside me I’ll never recover,” I declared, slowly lifting myself off of her and pulling out.

She sat up, her eyes watching intently as I tucked myself back into my jeans and carefully zipped them back up. She hopped off the hood, tugging her skirt down her thighs before pressing her hand over my chest.

“Keep the panties,” she smirked.

“My gift to you. A reminder that dreams come true,” she patted my cut where her panties were safely tucked away and turned toward the door. I grabbed my gun from the hood of the car, pushing it into the waistband of my jeans and watched as she walked away. Her hips had widened a bit, her ass slightly rounder, all the makings of a pretty fucking spectacular view.

I felt the grin spread across my face until she froze.

“Oh, my God,” she said.

“What? What’s the matter?” I asked, as I strode to her side. Her hands falling to her stomach, as she looked at her belly. “Lauren, what’s the matter?” I asked, something in the pit of my stomach dropped as I stared at her.

Her eyes widened and then a smile spread across that perfect mouth of hers.

“She kicked!” she turned, grabbing my hand and pressing the palm against her stomach. “Oh, my God, Riggs, Pea kicked,” she exclaimed, moving my hand all around her belly.

I diverted my eyes to her stomach, holding my breath as I waited to feel our kid.

“There, did you feel it?” she lifted her eyes to mine.

“I don’t feel anything,” I whispered, drawing out a deep breath as my eyes met hers.

“The book says the mom usually only feels it at first,” she said with a frown, laying her hand over mine. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” I replied, lacing our fingers together and moving to open the door. “Just something to look forward to,” I said, realizing I meant the words as they left my mouth.

I wanted to feel Pea.

This dad shit was one surprise after another.

We walked out of the garage as my phone rang. I glanced down at the screen, drawing my eyebrows together when I saw it was Jack. He was just fucking here…somewhere. I lifted the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Put your dick in your pants and meet me outside,” he snapped, disconnecting the call.

“Everything okay?” Kitten asked as we walked into the kitchen. I turned around and looked at her, watching as she sipped a bottle of water. Her cheeks flushed, her hand still on her belly hoping to get another feel of Pea.

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