Page 60 of The Little Black Rose

“Pregnancy craving,” she says with a shake of her head.

My lips curve up, and I press another kiss to the corner of her mouth. The doctor leaves, and before the door swings shut, Sophie and Ava rush back in. I look at my sister and smile.

“I want to take Ava home. Mind if I borrow your car?”

“Of course,” Zoey says, then looks at Sophie. “Give me a ride back toGlaZZed?”

“Sure,” Sophie says, her eyes locked on Ava’s happy face.

“I’ll grab your car and drive it over to Ava’s. Leave my keys in the ignition, and I’ll just switch them out,” Zoey says.

“Thanks, Sis,” I say.

Zoey moves toward Ava, giving her a hug and telling her she’s glad she’s okay. Ava nods, and Zoey moves away to give Sophie room. When Sophie leans in for a hug, Ava whispers something into her ear. Sophie squeals, then shoots me a wide smile.

“What? What is it?” Zoey asks.

“I’ll tell you in the car. Let’s go. Bye, Zeke,” Sophie says, her giddiness evident in her voice.

As soon as they scurry out, I look at Ava. “Did you tell her you love me?”

“I did,” she says, her cheeks turning a gorgeous shade of pink. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Are you kidding? Scream it from the rooftops, if you want.” I lean down and kiss her before moving my lips to her ear. “Or scream it from our bed while I show you just how much I adore you.”

She flips the blanket off of her, and my blood heats as she climbs off the exam table wearing nothing but her bra and underwear. When I remain motionless, my gaze devouring every inch of her, she balls her fists and growls.

“Don’t just stand there. Help me get my clothes on so we can go home.”

Laughter barks out of me, and Ava smiles as I rush to help her dress. She’s just as eager as I am to consummate our newly declared emotions. And I can’t fucking wait.

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“Wait!”

I lift my head, savoring the quick taste of her pussy on my tongue as Ava pushes at my forehead and tries to close her thighs. She’s spread out naked like a glorious buffet on her bed––ourbed––and I quirk a brow at her antics as I use my elbows to hold her open before me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she says quickly, her face beet red. “It’s just…what if…”

I stare at her expectantly, waiting for her to spit out whatever’s bothering her while my mouth waters for another taste. Her eyes fall closed, and I pinch her ass cheek, making them pop back open.

“I told you to keep your eyes on me,” I say firmly, then rub the sting from the spot before letting my fingers trail up her slit to tap her clit. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“What if I have to fart again?” she mumbles under her breath while keeping her gaze locked on mine.

“Then fart,” I say. “It’s perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of. And it’s not going to stop me from fucking you with my mouth until you scream my name.”

“Holy shit,” she breathes, then nods her consent.

My tongue finds her clit, lapping at it as we hold eye contact. I move slowly, gently pushing her toward the edge with each moment that passes. Her hips lift, seeking the added pressure, but I pull them back down and continue the course, torturing her with single-minded devotion.

I love this woman, and by the time I’m done, there will be no doubt left in her mind as to how much.

After several more minutes of slow torture, I push a finger deep inside her. She gasps, then exhales on a long, low moan. I pump the digit a few times, then curl my fingertip, finding that special spot that makes her chant my name reverently. Her breathing accelerates, and I lash at her clit with my tongue as she rolls her hips in time with my movements.

“Zeke,” she yells as her body curls upward and moisture floods her channel.

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