Page 159 of For Wrath and Redemption
Her smile is wide, and her cheeks tint pink before she sits up straighter. “Oh! And fried pickles for an appetizer, too, if they have them. Please.”
I chuckle and hit submit on my order, then drop my phone onto the couch cushion beside me. “An hour. What should we do until then?”
“Hmm.” Claire’s eyes grow heated, and she smirks in a way that hits me right in my groin. “I can think of something.”
Slowly, she climbs onto her knees and crawls toward me.
“So, the thing about pregnancy is that, along with the strange cravings, I’m also really horny.”
“Yeah?” I grab her thighs as she moves to straddle me, my cock growing hard beneath her. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her mouth to mine. “Do you want me to take care of that for you?”
“Yes, please.” She kisses me, then smiles against my lips. “But if you want to fuck me, you only have this hour window.” She moves her hips, pressing down on my dick, and I groan. “Because after I eat, I’m going to get really tired and pass out until morning.”
I don’t need any more explanation. I lift her shirt over her head and toss it on the ground, but when I go for her bra, she stops me.
“That stays on.” I poke my lip out in a pout, and she laughs. “They’re really sore.”
“Okay.” I press a soft kiss to the swell of each breast, then nip lightly at her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I smack her ass lightly, then lean back and spread my arms over the back of the couch. “Stand up for me, Trouble. Let me look at you.”
Hesitantly, she obeys, and fuck me, the sight of her. I squeeze my aching cock, then lean forward and tug her pants down. She steps out of them and kicks them to the side, and I can’t stop staring.
She’s in a simple blue cotton underwear and bra set, and I’ve never seen anything sexier. Her belly rounded with my child, a baby we madetogether, and I’m filled with this primal sense of pride. She’s mine. This gorgeous, intelligent, strong woman is mine, and she’s pregnant with my child.
“There are a lot of changes.”
Her whispered words and nervous expression have me sitting up straighter. I glance at her hands and find them closed into fists. I can tell she wants to cover herself. She initiated, but now she’s second-guessing herself. She’s uncomfortable, and it concerns me as much as it hurts me.
That trauma doesn’t heal over overnight.
“My body...it’s a lot different now than it was. It will, well, it will probably be different for a while. Maybe forever.”
It’s a warning. She thinks she has to warn me. Slowly, I slide off the couch onto my knees in front of her. I kiss her stomach, then take her hands, making sure to hold eye contact as I speak.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Seeing you like this...” I shake my head, and I can’t help but smile. “This is my new favorite sight. My new favorite version of you. And after you have this baby,ourbaby, no matter how you’ve changed, that will be my new favorite version of you. You just keep getting better, Claire. The more I learn, the more I look at you and talk to you, I fall harder. You’ll always be beautiful to me.”
Her mouth turns up into a small, soft smile. “Are you just buttering me up so we can get on with the sex?”
I check my watch. “I mean, we do only have forty-five minutes now.”
She rolls her eyes, and I laugh, squeezing her hands.
“I mean every single word. I would never lie to you about something like that. Now.” I stand back up and pull on one of the loose curls framing her face. “I want to take you to bed. You go first so I can watch your ass on the way up those stairs, and then I’m stripping you naked and laying you flat so I can fuck you while staring at this sexy fucking pregnancy belly.”
I splay my palms out on her stomach. “I want to watch my cock slide in and out of your pussy while touching this. Fuck, I’m going to come so hard. You have no idea how many times I jerked off in rehab thinking about it.”
Her smile grows. “Are you going to make me come first, at least?”
“Always, Trouble. You willalwayscome first.”
Claire turns with her hand in mine and leads me to the staircase, but then I stop and release her. She looks over her shoulder at me, and I smirk and gesture to the staircase.
“Go on, baby. I’ve got the best seat in the house.”
Her blush stretches to her chest, but her eyes sparkle, and slowly—ever so slowly—she walks up the spiral staircase. The way her thighs and ass flex shoot right to my dick. Fuck me, it’s like porn. Ninety days without Trouble was too fucking long.
The moment she’s at the top, I climb after her. “I want you on your knees on that bed. I’ll make you come first, but I’m doing it my way.”
