Page 112 of Nine Months to Love
She comes then like the good girl she is, and cries out, loud enough that I’m sure anyone within a hundred yards can hear.
I don’t care about that, either.
Watching her face as pleasure crashes over her is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Then she collapses against me, trembling. Gasping for air.
I’m close again. So close. But I want to make this last. I’d give every dollar I’ve ever earned if I could stretch this moment out just a little farther.
“Again,” I growl against her ear.
“I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can.” I thrust up into her. Hard. “Give me another one.”
She whimpers. Her body is sensitive and overwhelmed. But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
I help her. Guide her. My hands on her hips, setting the pace. “That’s it,” I murmur. “Just like that.”
She buries her face in my neck. Her breath is hot against my skin. “I can’t,” she whispers. “It’s too much.”
“You can.” I tighten my grip. “One more. For me.”
She moans. But when I touch her clit, she’s coming again, clenching around me, and this time, she takes me with her.
I empty myself inside her with a groan that comes from somewhere deep in my chest. My hips spasm. My fingers clutch into her hip hard enough to bruise.
We stay like that for a long time. Connected. Breathing each other’s air. Finally, she lifts her head and looks at me with dazed eyes.
“That was...” She trails off and laughs hysterically. “Very unlike me.”
“Good.” I brush her hair back from her face. “If that’s what it looks like, you should be unlike yourself more often.”
She giggles, blushes, and hides her face from me. I lean closer to press a fluttering kiss to her throat. “We should really go home now,” she murmurs.
“Probably.”
Neither of us moves.
“Stefan?”
“Yeah?”
“You called me your wife.”
Here we go. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean?—”
“What if you did?”
I freeze. “What?”
She shifts a little. I’m still inside her, so the movement makes us both inhale sharply.
“What if you meant it?” she asks. “What if that’s what we did?”
“Olivia—”
“I’m not proposing. I’m just...” She bites her lip. “I’m just thinking out loud.”
“You’re thinking about marrying me.”
