Page 120 of Unexpected Forever
“Hmmm…” She twines her arms around my neck and moves as close to me as her growing belly will let her. God, I love her belly. “What does an elite athlete like you do to get rid of all that energy?”
I cast my eyes to the ceiling in mock thought. “There are a few things,” I say, then lower my head to hers, moving my hands to her hips and then curving over her ass. Damn, that delectable ass. “But since you’re here with me, we can do my favorite one.”
“Oh?” she purrs. “What is it?”
“Fucking,” I growl before capturing her mouth with mine. Her mouth opens immediately, welcoming my tongue to tangle with hers. Her hot body and heated response is a delicious contrast to the coolness of her mouth from the cold water she just drank.
Her fingers pull on the short hair at the nape of my neck, her fingernails scraping against my skin as I take our kiss deeper.
Lips locked together, I lift her up on the counter and start to unbutton her jersey, but my fingers are clumsy.
“Fucking buttons,” I murmur against her mouth. Her laughter ends on a gasp when I nip at her neck.
“Take your shirt off,” she says.
I barely get a glimpse of the sexy-ass bra she’s wearing before our hands battle to pull my shirt up.
Once the fabric clears my head, our mouths fuse together again, my tongue sliding along hers. I put everything I’m feeling—love, lust, adoration—into that kiss, and her response makes my heart race.
When we come up for air, her head drops back, and I take advantage of all that perfect skin on display by kissing my way down her neck.
“Ah, yes. Nate. I love how you make me feel.”
I lay her down on the island, pulling her jeans over her hips and down her legs, letting them drop to the floor.
I stop, my eyes drinking in the sight in front of me.
My lips part and my throat grows thick. She’s the epitome of feminine beauty.
Nestled between the gap of my jersey, a navy blue lacy bra covers her chest, sheer enough to show her skin underneath. The matching string bikini panties sit low under the slope of her bump. I swallow hard and grab the counter when my knees buckle. I can’t think clearly or escape the emotion that comes over me. I can only think of one word.
Mine.
My heart swells in my chest making it hard to breathe. She brings me to my knees—literally—with her beauty. She’s a goddess, all curves and soft skin. The pregnancy has only enhanced Charley’s body. The swell of her belly, the widening of her hips. Her dark nipples are larger and more sensitive.
I’m here for all of it.
“My God, you’re perfect,” I say, my voice cracking on the last word.
She bites her lip and arches her back, bringing her core closer to me. “Touch me. Please.”
With my free hand, I roll a nipple between my fingers. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
“Everywhere.”
“With my mouth or my hands?”
“Yes.”
I chuckle and lean forward, and our joined hands come up beside her head. Her body heat radiates under the lace and I moan, sucking her nipple hard. She cries out in pleasure, running a hand through my hair and writhing beneath me.
I lift my head and meet her gaze, my mouth hovering over the other nipple. “You want me to touch you here?”
“Yes, please,” she says, a whimper coloring the tone of her words.
“How about here?” I kiss just below her breastbone.
“Yes.”
