Page 113 of The Final Faceoff
“I get hard just thinking about it,” I murmur against her ear. “Thinking about how wet it makes you, watching me like that.”
She shivers, her nails curling into my shoulders.
“I—I might’ve been a little . . .” she trails off, voice shaky.
I smirk. “Turned on?”
She lets out a frustrated, embarrassed groan and buries her face in my chest.
I chuckle, kissing the top of her head, then gripping her chin and tilting her back up to me. “Don’t get shy on me now, Hailey Bean.”
Her eyes darken, her fingers curling into my hoodie, tugging me closer. “You gonna do something about it, Crawford, or are you just gonna talk all night?”
My entire body locks up. She’s a fucking tease, and I should punish her—edge her, make her beg, not let her come until tomorrow. But not tonight. Tonight, I need her too much. I need her milking my cock, filling her, marking her with my cum.
So, I move. I scoop her into my arms, ignoring her startled squeak, and start toward the bathroom. “Shower,” I tell her. “Then I’ll take care of you.”
She narrows her eyes, but there’s no real fight behind it. “I’m not that fragile, you know.”
I smirk, nudging the bathroom door open with my foot. “Baby, you’re thirty-two weeks pregnant. If I don’t take care of you, I might lose my fucking mind worrying about our little one.”
I set her down carefully, letting my hands linger on her hips before I reach past her to turn on the water. Steam billows up immediately, curling around us, wrapping us in warmth.
She watches me as I peel off my suit, leaving me with nothing on. Her gaze locks onto my abs, the ridges still slick from the game, from the hours of work I put in tonight.
Her tongue darts out, licking her lips.
And I catch it.
“Like what you see?” I ask, voice low.
She doesn’t answer. Just steps forward, drags her hands down my chest, over my stomach, tracing every muscle with her fingertips. My jaw clenches.
“Hailey,” I warn.
She grins. A little evil. A little too smug.
“You’re sweaty,” she murmurs. “Good thing we’re about to shower.”
I exhale sharply, my hands coming up to grab hers, stilling her movements before she makes me lose control too fast.
Then, in one swift motion, I strip her, letting almost all her clothes drop to the floor, leaving her in just a pair of lace panties that barely cover her for a few seconds longer. Just to admire her before I leave her completely naked.
Fuck.
She’s always beautiful. Always. But right now?
With her breasts full and heavy, her stomach round with our daughter, her body soft and flushed from the heat?
She’s a fucking masterpiece. I groan, sliding my hands over her belly, over her curves, tracing every inch of her.
“You are so goddamn perfect,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her shoulder, feeling her shudder.
She exhales sharply, her hands curling around my wrists. “Leif?—”
I grip her ass, hauling her against me, making sure she feels exactly what she does to me.
“I need you,” I murmur, desperate, my lips dragging down her neck, over her collarbone. “Need to feel you around me. Need to make you come so hard you forget how to stand.”
