Page 143 of Beautifully Reckless

For so long, she just stares at me. Her caramel eyes dancing between mine, roaming over my face like they can somehow detect a lie.

She’s been beaten down too often. Her feelings have been brushed aside too many times. She’s been betrayed by the people who she’s supposed to trust most in the world.

So, she needs reassurance, and I’ll fucking give it to her every day for the rest of my life if I have to.

“When you married me today,” she says softly, worry flicking over her expression, “were you doing it to protect me or because you really wanted to make me your wife?”

“Both,” I answer quickly. “Protecting you will always come first, but it wasn’t a hard fucking decision for me, Angel. I can’t explain it. I don’t even fucking understand it. But you are mine, and I am yours and I’ll fucking burn this world down to protect you, and the baby growing inside you.”

A sob escapes her, and she slaps her hand over her mouth, so I lean in, running my palms up her thighs as I press my lips to her forehead.

Her hands come to my chest, and I’m half expecting her to shove me away, but then they start roaming over my pecs, the tips of her fingers pinching my nipples this time.

“Cam,” she whispers, so I pull back to look into her glassy eyes. “I want you.”

I smirk. “Are you already begging for my cock, Angel?”

She laughs, slapping my chest, yet nodding at the same time.

“Fine. I’mbeggingfor your cock.”

I growl, slipping my hand between her and the cushions, tugging her closer to me.

“Yeah you fucking are.” I’m smug as fuck, but also trying to calm the fuck down, because my nuts are tightening in anticipation and I don’t want to arrive too fucking early. “Let me get your greedy little body ready for me, Angel. I want to turn your pussy into a slip and slide for my cock.”

She laughs, but I swallow it by claiming her lips, and quickly steering her attention to where it needs to be.

Me. Her. My cock and her cunt.

24

When I stared at myself in the mirror this morning, I was beginning to feel self conscious about my body.

Don’t get me wrong, even with how unwell I’ve been up until recently, the idea that my body can transform and grow another human inside me fills me with pride and honour, yet still, before I slipped that satin gown on knowing there was a real possibility Ringo would be seeing me naked tonight, I stared at the swell of my stomach and felt a little… frumpy.

That’s not how I feel now, though. Or before when his hungry gaze ate up every inch of me once he got the fabric off my body.

I don’t really know if I’m sexy, but by God does Ringo make me feel sexy with a single look.

Those dark devouring eyes. The way his tongue darts out to wet his lips. The way his muscles ripple, cording all the waydown his arms and into his balled fists like he’s trying to hold himself back.

For some reason, I do that to him.

And then, to have him say that he wants to be the one to have his kid inside me… holy crap, if words could get a woman pregnant and I wasn’t already, I would have immaculately conceived right then and there.

“This isn’t a ruse. Not to me.”

Damn. He really said those words.

Maybe it makes me gullible, but I can’t find it in me to hold back from him anymore.

I know I’m going to get hurt.

I know there’s no world where someone like Ringo can love someone like me and live happily ever after, but I’m not strong enough to deny what my heart wants anymore.

“Eyes on mine,” he demands, two of his thick fingers stretching me as I writhe on his sofa, legs spread, a trickle of sweat rolling between my breasts as his thumb brushes over my clit.

Just like always, my body obeys, my eyes snapping to his as he watches my expression, taking in every slight reaction I try to fight.

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