Page 37 of Unsure in Love

“Are you sure we should be doing this? I mean, I’ve never…” There was a hint of color in his cheeks. “Will you be okay?”

I had to purse my lips to hide my smile because seeing him in a moment of uncertainty was new and utterly adorable. “I’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Good.” Still, he eyed my stomach warily. “Are you absolutely s—?”

With a frustrated growl, I launched myself at him. “Stop worrying and make love to me, Damian.”

His laughter was muffled by my kiss. “Fine, but we’ll go slow,” he said.

“Okay,” I quickly agreed.

The instant our lips touched again, my brain switched off. The only thought I could conjure was how great it felt to be with him like this again.

We removed every barrier between us and landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs. His unhurried, exploratory kisses practically melted me. Damian’s fingertips traversed my body reverently as if he missed me too. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who was hung up on our one night together…

The little kisses he teased me with almost had me bursting into flames. I knew his intention as he moved lower, but as much as I craved the pleasure he could give with his mouth, I couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside me.

“I want you now,” I begged. Desperation resonated in my voice. I was aroused to the point of near combustion.

He paused and glanced up. The sight of him always blew me away. His raven hair was tousled from my fingers running through it. His eyes were smoldering, and his lips were wet from our heated kisses.

Amusement flickered across his face. “What happened to going slow?”

“You touched me, and I changed my mind.”

“I can get a proper taste of you next time.” He kissed my stomach, and I pulled in a breath. There was something different, more intense, about him kissing me there now. His lips hovered over something amazing that we created together.

It was the first time I’d thought of my pregnancy as amazing. For the most part, I’d been too busy being stressed about it. Now, in Damian’s arms with him so accepting of the baby—and of me—I finally felt that happiness pregnant women were supposed to feel.

“There will be a next time, right?” he asked.

I gulped, reluctant to expose too much of my feelings. “I’d like there to be.”

Satisfaction flickered in his eyes and he moved back up my body to settle between my legs. I felt him hard and ready at my entrance, but he hesitated.

It warmed me that he was so concerned about my comfort, but I was about to explode from pure need. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lifted my hip, so he had no choice but to possess me.

After a guttural groan, he whispered, “You play dirty.”

Burying my face between his neck and shoulder to hide my smile, I reveled in how amazing he felt inside me. Holding him tighter, I closed my eyes and rode the waves of pleasure already building.

“Cassandra, mi ángel, you feel so good. I missed having you like this.”

His admission made my heart stutter, and it fueled my arousal. But I had to wonder if he realized what he said.

Our gazes collided, and he confirmed, “I missed you.”

My lips parted to reciprocate but nothing came out. Damian wasn’t a coward like me. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he missed me. What was so hard about getting those simple words out? It wasn’t like I’d be professing my love. But I kept thinking, if I said the words out loud, I’d be more disappointed if he changed his mind about sticking around.

Hoping he didn’t realize that I was on the verge of freaking out in the middle of sex, I held him tighter and pressed my mouth to his. Thankfully, he got as lost in our passion as I did whenever we kissed. He took control and asserted his dominance but was so gentle that I sighed and went pliant against him.

Giving someone complete control was never a thing for me until I met Damian. He had this way of getting me to submit to him and that was a little daunting. The thing was, he wasn’t afraid to give me control either and that made him manly and attractive as hell. It was so attractive that I shattered in his arms in record time, moaning his name over and over.

He pulled away to watch me unravel. I wanted to hide, but his gaze held me captive. I had no choice but to let him stare into my soul.

“Hermosa,” he whispered.

Beautiful. He thought I was beautiful and maybe I wanted to hear him tell me that every day. My thought shocked me so much, I gasped. The sound was drowned out by the sensual sound he made when he orgasmed.

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