Page 101 of Stepping Into Tomorrow

“Gonna leave my marks all over you.” He smoothed one hand down to the apex of her thighs, dragging two thick fingers through her slick lips and groaned. “Fuck, you’re already so wet. No panties?”

She shook her head. “Not at bedtime.”

“You’re killing me.” He pushed one finger inside her tight pussy. Fuck, she was so warm and slick. His cock throbbed under her, wanting a turn inside such sweet perfection.

Her back arched as she bit her bottom lip as if holding back her screams.

“Good girl.” He cupped a breast, massaging it as he worked his finger in and out of her, curving it just so to hit that spongy spot inside. He added another, trying to memorize her pleasured expression. Long lashes fanned over half-closed whiskey eyes glazed in ecstasy.

Her cheeks were rosy, her lips swollen and shiny. Nipples peaked and pebbled. Goose bumps covered her arms and thighs, and her breath quickened with each thrust of his fingers.

“Please, Nash?”

“Please, what, baby? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

Her eyes flared, her pupils blown as dark as a whirlpool and just as powerful too. He was tumbling into their depths, lost to everything else but her.

“You. I want you.” Her voice hitched with the weight of her request. Like she meant much more than his cock. Like she wanted to possess every piece of him that was left. She was like the sirens of old fishermen’s stories—he was powerless to her.

Urgency roared. With his heart drumming against his chest, he slid his boxers down along with the blankets until his cock lined up with her pussy. She lowered herself on him, both of them groaning in unison. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her juicy ass as she bottomed out on his dick. His lips and tongue danced with hers as he held her in place, infusing everything he was into the kiss. He could give her himself—in this moment at least. She owned Nash, body and soul. His fucking heart flickered to life, powerless to her.

She gripped his shoulders as she rose on her knees, fucking him slowly. She was a fucking goddess, creator and nurturer of life. Her swollen belly brushed against his; her pussy squeezed around him.

“You’re so beautiful. So fucking sexy, riding my cock like that. Taking what you need. That’s it, sweetness. Use me.”

Her whimpers increased as he guided her waist, slamming her down on him as he bucked his hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he did his best to hold back. One hand dropped between her thighs, his finger finding her clit with ease. She was so aroused. He swirled around the swollen nub, flicking it as she rose and fell. Tingling gathered at the base of his spine.

“I’m going to come,” she moaned.

“Do it. Come all over my cock.”

“Come with me,” she pleaded.

Like he would refuse her anything. He drove his hips harder into her and pinched her clit. Her lips parted into an O, eyes widening as her cunt fluttered around him. His orgasm chased hers, roaring out of him. Nash’s eyes locked on hers. His senses sharpened as time froze. Everything stopped, hanging in the balance as euphoria rammed into him and sent him spiraling into another plane of existence where nothing else existed except Bella and him, no longer bodies, but souls intertwined.

Soft lips captured his, drawing him back into his body as a glowing warmth radiated from his every cell. He kissed her back, cradling her face in his hands.

She slid off him and he tucked her against his side. Face-to-face, he stared at her, awed that this woman had given him this gift. That she chose to stay with him. Her lips curved into a tired, satisfied smile. Elation expanded in his chest, his ribs aching in the best of ways. Nash ran his thumb over her flushed cheeks. He’d do whatever it took to keep Bella, Eli, and their daughter safe. To take care of her.

She yawned and kissed his chest. “I’m so sleepy now.”

God, she felt perfect against him like this. Too bad it had to end. “You should probably get back to your bed. Do you need me to carry you?”

She tipped her face to look at him. Vulnerability flashed in her gaze. “Or I could stay here?”

She wanted to sleep in his bed? Panic rose, contracting his airway. He had a choice to make. He could push her away and stay in his familiar solitary space with the guilt from his past mistakes. Or Nash could let her in and take the first step in moving on. His heart pounded like a war drum. For once, he would believe he deserved more. He wanted to be the man reflected in those golden-brown eyes that looked at him with so much hope and affection.

“It’s okay. I didn’t mean to push you.” Bella sat up.

Nash gripped her arm, tugging her back down against him. She faced him, her gaze swimming with questions.

“Stay.” His one whispered word held so much weight.

She slowly nodded. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth before she snuggled against his chest.

Nash pulled the covers over them, making sure she was warm. He closed his eyes, reveling in her closeness. So much happiness swelled in his heart that it felt as if it had cracked open his chest. His eyes burned as her breathing evened out. He pressed his hand over her belly, growing their child. A thump against his palm caused the first tear to slip down his cheek.

“I’m falling in love with you. And it scares the shit out of me,” he confessed in a whisper.

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