Page 79 of Risk

And if I cared, I’d be embarrassed by how quickly I just came, but I’m not because I’m too fucking happy right now.

He moves up the bed and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips and tongue.

“I’ve dreamed of the sounds you make when you come every single fucking night.”

My eyes flick open, but he’s already off me and standing at the foot of the bed, his hand gripping his erection through his jeans.

“Need some help with that?” I cock a brow.

Holding my stare, he pulls off his shirt in that sexy way that guys do when they reach back and pull it over their head.

I pull off my shirt and remove my bra while he takes off his jeans and boxers.

“Do I need a condom?” he asks me in a low voice.

Smiling, I give a pointed look at my baby bump. “I’d say it’s a little late for that. We used one before anyway, and it obviously didn’t work.”

Then, my smile disappears when I realize that we might need a condom because he could have been with another woman—or other women—since me.

Fuck.

I lick my suddenly dry lips. “I mean, we don’t need one, unless…you’ve…been with…anyone recently.”

His expression darkens. He puts a knee on the bed, between my legs, and hovers over me, his hands coming to rest on either side of my head, eyes boring into mine. He stares at me with an intensity like no one ever has before. “No one since you.”

I hate the level of relief that I feel at his words.

I push my hand into his hair and tug his head down to mine. “Then, we don’t need one.”

I kiss him, opening up immediately so he can slide his tongue into my mouth. I fucking love the way he kisses me. Like he can’t get enough, can’t be close enough to me. And I want him closer, but he’s keeping a distance between our bodies, probably so he doesn’t crush our babies.

Our babies.

Fuck, I can’t believe I’m having babies with him, and we’re not even together.

But clearly, we want to fuck each other.

I can feel his dick against my thigh, leaking pre-cum, and it’s so fucking hot.

He leaves my mouth and kisses down my chest, sucking on my nipple, and I almost come again.

“Jesus,” I cry out, my hips coming up, seeking out his cock.

He glances up at me through his long, dark lashes. “Sensitive?” he asks.

“Very.”

“Think you could come from me sucking on them?”

“Probably, but I really want your dick inside me right now.”

He chuckles. “Save that for another day then.”

Another day?

I’m about to ask what he means by that, but he’s lifting off me and getting off the bed. He grabs hold of my legs and tugs me down the bed, sets my heels on the edge of the bed, and pushes my legs apart. He kneels between my open legs and takes his cock in his hand. He rubs it over my entrance, up to my clit.

“Okay?” he asks me.

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