Page 68 of Misconception (Unrequited 2)

Michaela

Mo slept on his side, warm palm cupping my belly. The baby swirling across my bladder had woken me, but I crossed my legs, delaying getting out of this bed and leaving this man.

The sex had been insane. Hard, deep, punishing. It could hardly be called making love, and yet I felt closer to Mo. I kissed his cheek and rolled myself out of bed, padding to the bathroom.

Business done, teeth brushed, and face washed, I grabbed my phone and climbed back into bed. The shit thing about being pregnant was I passed out in two seconds flat at night, but once I woke up, no matter what time it was, I was awake for the day. My plan was to let Mo sleep, but the second I pulled the sheets up, he rolled over and curved around me.

“Good morning,” I whispered.

“Is the sun even up?” he grumbled.

“Barely. Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t. You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?”

I pushed his hair away from his face. “I have a couple hours.”

His eyes cracked open, cracking open my chest in the process. “I don’t want to miss them.” His palm slid over my belly, to the elastic of my panties, and then beneath them. He found me wet, pressing against my swollen clit. “Are you sore?”

I shook my head. “I feel great.” My legs fell open to him, breath hitching in my throat as he swirled his fingers.

His eyes captured mine, holding my gaze steady while he worked me. In a minute, maybe two, I came apart on his hand, dark eyes intense and smoldering into mine.

Then he rolled me onto my side, his long body aligning with my back. My panties were shoved down, and I kicked them off. His cock pressed against me, and hot breath tickled my neck.

“This okay?” he asked, his head nudging my entrance.

“Yeah.” I arched my back. “More than okay.”

This time, we had the best kind of slow, sleepy, morning sex. He kissed my shoulders and the back of my neck. I held his hand on my breasts, and when I started coming, I bit down on the thick calluses on his thumb. It wasn’t wild and crazy or hard and powerful. This sex was the kind that made the sun want to keep on rising each day. The kind that felt like a little sunray I could tuck in my pocket to keep me warm the rest of the day.

When Mo emptied inside me, I came again, shaking and smiling. He growled and grunted my name in my ear, the sound keeping my orgasm rising and crashing until we were both finally still.

I rolled onto my back, and Mo propped himself on his elbow, his eyes traveling over me. My tank top had been shoved up over my belly and down beneath my breasts, so it only covered a small strip of skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Mic. You wear mornings well.” His voice was soft and low, thick with awe as he took me in again and again.

I smoothed my hand over his hair. “Your Superman hair is kind of crazy this morning.”

He frowned at me, and I tugged him down to kiss it away. Frowning wasn’t allowed after sex like that.

“I like mornings with you,” I said.

“Me too.”

He moved down my body to lay his head on my belly. “Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s more than okay.” My heart did that crazy move, swooping low, then soaring high.

He was careful not to put much pressure on me with his head, laying gently just above my pubic bone, hands cupping my bump. I wanted to remember this moment forever, so I quietly took a picture from above with my phone. My big, solid rocker, so gentle and sweet with our little baby growing inside me. When I looked at the screen, I saw bliss etched into Mo’s features. I imagined my expression was much the same.

“We gonna find out the sex of the baby?” he asked.

“Do you want to?” Our anatomy scan was next week, but like most things with this pregnancy, I hadn’t put much thought into it.

“I think I do.” He kissed my bare skin. “Do you?”

“I don’t mind either way.” I stroked through his hair, combing it with my fingers. “What do you think we’re having?”

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