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Hooking my thumbs into the sides of her panties, I ask, “While we’re debating which one of us is the luckiest, mind if I remove these?”
Her flirtatious giggle answers the question.
A quick flick of my fingers has her bra joining the panties on the floor. She’s standing gloriously naked before me and I take a long moment, allowing my eyes to devour every inch of her body. I want to remember her at every stage of pregnancy, because just when I think she can’t get more beautiful, I’m proven wrong.
One of her hands comes between us and works my cock. I’m glad to see she’s as impatient as I am after being apart. It’s true what they say about the second trimester. How a woman’s libido goes into overdrive. And while I don’t have any previous personal experience with it, I’d say having twins just heightens it that much further. Because she’s been horny. And I fucking loving it. I’m all too eager to help her scratch the itch whenever she needs me to. Especially since I know it may not last.
She pushes me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me, straddling me and rubbing her wetness along my stiff erection. I can tell she’s about to sink herself onto me, so I lift her off and move her to the side. “You first,” I say, dipping my head to her chest. “Always you first.”
The sounds emanating from her when I suck on her nipple have me reeling. Holy shit, I love how she’s not afraid to let me know she likes what I’m doing to her.
I kiss down her body, tickling and teasing with my tongue until I hit the apex of her thighs. She’s practically coming by the time my lips meet her clit. I pull away for a second. “Not yet.”
She groans and I laugh.
Damn, she smells good. Whatever these pregnancy hormones are doing to her, it has her smelling and tasting even better than before. It makes me want to keep her pregnant until the end of time.
When my tongue flicks across her nub, her back arches. When my fingers find their way inside her, she moans loudly. When I finally make her come, she shouts my name and I feel like the most powerful man in the universe.
I nestle into her side, allowing her a minute to recover.
She takes my hand and presses it to her stomach. I chuckle. “Do you think they like it when you come, or are they kicking in protest?”
She sighs happily and climbs on top of me. “Don’t know. Don’t care. ButIlike it when you make me come, and I’d be most appreciative if you’d do it again.”
I undulate my hips beneath her. “Your wish is my command.”
Before the last word leaves my mouth, she lowers herself onto my cock. My eyes close at the exquisite feeling of being inside her. How the two of us fit together, as if made precisely for each other, is beyond my comprehension. I’ve been with my share of women in my life. Never has one of them had me believing in soulmates. Or destiny. Or forever. Until Allie.
It’s her.
The words bounce around in my head like a pinball. The same two words I’ve felt before. If I’m being honest, I heard them the moment we met. It was like being hit with a sledgehammer. All the misconceptions I’d ever felt about women and relationships just exploded right out of me. Instead, I was filled with a sense of completeness I’d only experienced one other time in my life—the moment I first held my daughter.
“I love you.”
She stops moving and gazes down into my eyes. “Good, because I think you’re stuck with me.”
“I don’t think you understand.” I reach up and put my hands on either side of her face. “I really fucking love you. I love you so much it hurts when we’re not together. Hell, I love you so much it hurts even when weare.” I trace a finger down her jaw then take her hand and place it over my heart. “You own me, Allie Montana. Heart and fucking soul. Right down to every decision I make and each breath I take. My heartbeats belong to you. My heart beatsforyou.Becauseof you. I’m talking forever here. More than forever. Eternity.” I pull her head toward mine. “You are my beginning and my end. My ebb and my flow. My heaven and my hell.”
She cocks her brow as a tear falls onto my chest. “Your hell?”
“Yes, my hell. Because if I ever had to live without you, that’s what my life would be.” I urge her lips closer. “You are everything.” A faint chuckle works its way out of me as her mouth brushes against mine. “I’m not sure why I needed to tell you all this right here and now. I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.”
I can taste her salty tears when she says, “You didn’t ruin anything. In fact, this will be a moment I always remember.” She kisses me softly then pulls away. “All of what you just said, I feel it too. I feel it like a freight train, Asher.”
“Marry me,” I command.
“I will.” She touches her fingers to my lips. “I promise.”
It’s not an acceptance. But it’s enough. It’s enough for now.
A gush of air exhales through my nose, because I know I’m lying to myself. It’snotenough. It’ll never be enough. I will never be able to get enough of this woman, not even when she’s wearing my ring and bearing my name. It’s a primal, visceral feeling that guts me to my very core.
I do the only thing I can in this moment to make my physical craving catch up to my emotional one—I flip her over, sink myself into her and make love to her. I make love to her so sweetly, so tenderly, so passionately, I swear by the end of it, I’ve met the Almighty Lord himself.
Chapter Thirty-five
Asher