Page 45 of Marked For Revenge

That was the trouble with them being former lovers. The heat spiked a whole lot sooner than if they’d just been making out for the first time. And his body was pressuring him to keep spiking the heat, to keep letting her hand move to his jeans while he moved them both to the bedroom.

However, the pregnancy could be a game changer.

It wasn’t easy, but he pulled back to meet her eyes and hoped he had enough air in his lungs to speak. Man, she was beautiful. Always had been. But now her face was flushed with arousal and her eyes were filled with hunger for him. He was sure that same hunger for her was in his eyes, too, but he needed to get some things straight.

“I figure it’s okay for a pregnant woman to have sex,” he threw out there. “If not, there’d be a lot of frustrated people in the world. But I need to make sure you’re okay with it.”

She blinked as if she, too, had just remembered the baby, despite the baby bump pressing between them right now. Ava paused, but he wasn’t sure if that was because she was considering what he’d said or if, like him, she was just trying to gather her breath.

It was the latter.

Ava confirmed that when she muttered, “I’m sure,” a split second before she slid her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to her.

The heat was instant, returning with a vengeance that upped the need even more. Something Harley hadn’t thought possible since he was already burning for her.

He slid his arms around her, returning the kiss while she backed him in the direction of the bedroom. This was definitely familiar ground. When they’d been lovers, they’d made this trek, often discarding clothes along the way because they hadn’t been able to wait to get their hands on each other.

That happened now, too.

The hunger and need were there, already clawing away at them, and it didn’t surprise him when Ava paused the kissing only long enough to unbutton his shirt and rid him of it and his holster. Harley caught onto that, hooking it around his arm because even with all this intense heat, he knew he needed to keep his weapon nearby.

She immediately went after his chest, landing some well-placed kisses there that ate away at what little self-control he had. Harley had to battle not to pull her to the floor then and there.

Thankfully, her pajama top was loose and silky, and he managed to get it off her as well. Then, he eased her against the wall, anchoring her there while he shoved down the cups of her bra and kissed her nipples. She made the exact sound he wanted to hear. A silky moan.

Her body went a little slack for a moment as she gave in to the pleasure of him kissing her. But only a moment. Before her own leash on her self-control stopped, and she got them moving again.

Into the bedroom.

And toward the bed.

She took his mouth while she fumbled with his belt buckle. Ava kept brushing her fingers against his erection, causing his body to start begging for release. Since that couldn’t happen, not yet anyway, he took matters into his own hands. He yanked off his belt and worked his way out of his boots, jeans and boxers before he put down his holster and gun. Then, he tackled getting Ava’s pajama bottoms off. They were as loose as her top and practically slid from her body.

That’s when Harley got an eyeful.

Her breasts were full, rising high against her bra that he’d shoved down. As always, her body was perfect. Yeah, especially with the baby bump.

He took a moment to lean down and kiss her stomach. Then he trailed a few kisses lower to the front of her panties. Her breath caught again. She made that silky sound of pleasure and caught onto his hair to anchor herself.

Even though his body was urging him to take her now, he still continued the kisses, letting the pleasure of it roll right through both of them.

“Now,” she insisted when she obviously could take no more.

She pushed him back onto the bed, following on top of him, and she gave him a deep, long kiss while she got rid of her panties.

The curtains were closed, and they hadn’t turned on the lights, but there was enough illumination coming from the open bathroom door that he had no trouble seeing her.

Watching her as she straddled him.

Going at a slow, almost torturous pace, she took him inside her. Inch by inch. And she kept her eyes closed until she had all of him. Then she opened them and met his gaze.

Amazing.

And he didn’t think he felt that way about her simply because of the sex. No. He’d never felt this much intensity with anyone as he had with Ava.

She began to move, starting the strokes that immediately caused the heat and pleasure to spike. He latched onto her hips, not that she needed help but just so he could touch her, so he could experience the way she felt beneath his hands.

The strokes got faster. Harder. Deeper. Until everything began to pinpoint to fulfilling this clawing need that would not be denied. Until he felt the climax ripple through her.

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