Page 29 of Come For Me
Her pretty mismatched eyes opened, taking his breath just like they always did. She tilted her hips to bring their lower halves together. “Hey, husband.”
The nickname tugged at the side of him that was more than a warrior with an adrenaline-fueled hard-on—the need to take care of her rose. He went to his knees before his wife. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m with you, aren’t I?”
The softly rounded plane between her hip bones created the perfect cushion for his cheek. “And our baby?” The word caught in his throat. He wasn’t sure how long it would take to say it without a hitch, but he didn’t care. The awe of the gift Livie was giving him couldn’t be hidden behind macho bullshit.
She cupped his face and pressed him into her. “We are fine, both of us. I’m not even nauseated anymore.”
A lightbulb went off in his brain. “That’s why you were up this morning, wasn’t it?”
“Maybe.”
He turned his head to look up at her, eyes narrowed. “Livie…”
“Dain.” Her smile was sweet, patient. He wanted to kiss it away, right after he spanked her for not telling him what was going on.
Shit. Could he still spank her if she was pregnant?
“I don’t really want to talk, okay?” she was saying as his mind raced. “I just had my life—and yours, and our child’s—flash before my eyes more than once. I’d like to do something that would affirm that life a bit; wouldn’t you?”
Dain set aside the spanking issue as hunger flared deep in his gut. Livie’s request had given him permission to let go, and his body did, even if his mind wouldn’t loosen the reins completely—she might want him, but there was a tired look in her eyes.
“I would,” he agreed, standing. “Come here.”
He led her to the small couch that took up one corner of her office. Her breath quickened as he drew off her shoes, her slacks, her panties. After laying her down, he unbuttoned her shirt and opened the front clasp of her bra. Livie lifted her hands to the armrest, the act stretching her body out like a sacrifice, all creamy, glowing skin against the deep blue of the suede couch. There was something sinful and so damn sexy about her firm breasts poking up between the sides of her silky shirt, the fact that she was half-clothed and he still had every stitch on. His gaze refused to leave her, so he backed slowly to the door without turning, fumbled for the handle, and flipped the lock on.
“Dain.”
She reached for him, and he couldn’t say no. His vest came off on the way, his belt. He had his fly open by the time he knelt next to the couch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely.
“You say the sweetest things.”
Her hands settled back above her head as he leaned over her. The rise and fall of her breasts quickened with her breath. Dain watched, mesmerized, for the longest moment before lowering his head to lick one hard berry-red nipple. He didn’t touch her anywhere else, only that small nub, again and again, drawing out the moment and her hunger and his own. When Livie began arching up, begging without words for his sucking, he gave it to her.
The wail she muffled behind her hand was his reward.
His head swirled with raw lust and tenderness, the taste of her in his mouth and the pounding in his groin. He bit down lightly, holding her still, trapping her nipple in his mouth as he moved onto the couch to cover her. To tuck her beneath him and wrap his body around her and push their hips together until the creamy folds of her labia embraced his cock. Livie accepted all his weight, pulled him down harder between her parted knees. Bringing him home, where he belonged.
When his cockhead pushed against her opening, he shivered at the force of the pleasure soaring in his veins. The tight fit of her welcomed him, and he savored it, savored the wet clench gloving him inch by inch by inch. He pushed until their pelvises ground together and he couldn’t get another centimeter inside her, and only then did he rise up to meet his beautiful wife’s eyes.
“Livie, love—” The hoarse words begged to be said, but nothing else came. He put his tongue to good use by kissing her, letting his tongue speak the words his brain couldn’t process with need pounding so hard inside it.
Livie tilted her hips, urging the base of his cock against her clit, and a shudder rocked her body. He knew that shudder, the one that came right before she went off. He knew everything about her, and yet it only excited him more, not less, even ten years later. Another time he might’ve backed off, made her wait, drawn out the moment, but neither one of them needed to wait today. They needed this, the connection, the mad rush of climax in their veins, if only to remind them what living was all about.
His wife. That’s what it was all about.
So he pulled back, just far enough for Livie’s fingernails to dig into his sides. The snap of his hips shoved him deep, his body pounding against her clit. A sigh of pure satisfaction passed from her lips to his. When her muscles clamped down hard, his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Hurry, Dain. Please hurry.”
He did. The heavy thrusting, the hot slide of her around him drove him quietly insane—Livie too, if the strain in her expression was anything to go by. Needing her closer, needing everything he could get, he shoved his hands beneath her hips and forced her against him with every advance. It took less than a minute for both of them to tense, for their breathing to stop, for their bodies to detonate into a million tiny pieces, but it was still too long. And when the pieces came back together and Dain could savor the feel of Livie tucked under him, soft and warm and relaxed, all he wanted was to start back at the beginning and repeat the whole thing a couple hundred times. In fact…
A knock on the door stopped him before he could move. “Daddy! Kinda need you out here!”
Elliot.
