Page 79 of Rescuing Tobias

“I know it’s super early, I'm not even two months along yet and we have a ton still to sort out between us, and talks about the future to have, like where we’re going to live, but …” She shrugged, and her eyes implored him to understand what she was saying.

“But you thought you’d lost our little one, and knowing he or she is still in there makes it even more real than it was before. You're ready to start nesting.” He totally got it, he felt the same way. They’d come close to losing their baby—he’d come close tolosing both of them—it helped to know the baby was still alive, and naturally that made them both want to start preparing in earnest for its arrival.

“You make me sound like a bird. Or one of those omegas in an Omegaverse that Becca got me hooked on reading while I was staying with her.”

“I have no idea what that last part means, but you're definitely an adorable little bird who’s going to make the best nest for our little one,” he teased her.

Her small fist punched him lightly in the shoulder, but amusement danced in her big baby blues. “You better stop calling me a bird, or you won't like the consequences.”

“Hmm, and what consequences are those, little firecracker?” Capturing her hand, he touched gentle kisses to the white bandage circling her wrist. The marks there were deep in places from where she’d fought against the unforgiving plastic of the zip ties. The wounds would heal but likely leave faint scars. Scars that would be a constant reminder of her ordeal, but also of her strength, her bravery, and her resilience. All qualities he knew she was going to impart to their child.

“Well, I seem to remember someone threatening me with turning me on, getting me all worked up, and leaving me hanging. I think that would be a fitting punishment if you were to continue calling me a bird.” Although there was still some amusement in her gaze, it had softened into something more like tenderness as she watched him brush kisses to her injured wrist.

“How about, instead of anyone getting a punishment tonight, we both just get a reward?”

“A reward? I'm listening.”

Grasping her hips, he shifted his hold on her so she was straddling his thighs, leaned over to set her phone on the coffee table, and then brushed a finger across her center. “I have it on good authority that rewards are better than punishments.”

“Whose authority?” she asked as she rocked her hips against the finger stroking her.

“Pretty much the entire world’s population, past and present.”

“Then we’d better go with a reward.”

“Slowly though, little firecracker. You're still recovering from your injuries, and you're supposed to be resting.”

“Rested all day,” she reminded him. “Now I want to explode.”

“My little firecracker can't do anything but explode with life all around her.”

Whispering his lips across hers, he lifted Isabella just enough to shove her panties out of the way, then freed himself from his boxers. As his fingers delved into her heat, finding her bud and working it with the pad of his thumb while he teased her entrance, her hand closed around his length and began to stroke it in smooth, slow movements.

Their lips found each other’s, and Tobias made love to her with his mouth. Her hand continued to stroke him, making him harder with each pass. His fingers slipped inside her, thrusting deep and catching that special spot each time, and his thumb never let up on her bundle of nerves.

“Now,” she murmured when she pulled back. “Need you in me now.”

The hand wrapped around him guided him toward her entrance, and they both sighed as he slipped easily inside her, sinking deep until he’d completely filled her up.

“Perfect,” she whispered.

“Couldn’t agree more, my sweet, little firecracker.”

Making sure he did the majority of the work, Tobias captured her lips again as he held onto her hips and thrust into her. Angling his hold on her so that not only did each thrust brush against the special spot inside her, but his thumbs also brushed against her bud.

It didn't take long.

Pleasure began to build, pooling low inside him, growing exponentially with every single thrust until it became too much. Somehow, he managed to hold off until Isabella cried out, the cry captured by his lips as her internal muscles clamped around him, setting off his orgasm.

It tore through him like some kind of pleasure-filled tornado, consuming and tossing out all the doubts and insecurities that had plagued him since his injury.

There was no place for them here, with this woman.

As they both floated down from their highs, Isabella gave a contented sigh and snuggled against his chest, keeping him inside her. Which was fine with him, it was where he wanted to be anyway. Where he’d spend the rest of his life if it was possible.

When her phone began to ring, she asked in a sleepy voice, “Who is it?”

One hand on the back of her head, lightly massaging the tight muscles in her neck, he leaned them both forward slightly so he could see the screen of her phone. “It’s Teresa.”

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