Page 150 of False Start

“Gorgeous,” I whispered, hands roaming, lips tracking lines from collarbone to collarbone, from shoulder to ear, from breast to breast, and navel to hip bone until I was holding her thighs on my shoulders. I didn’t even care that my back was arching at a strange angle in the oversized hammock. I wanted her just like this. I needed her writhing in this netting and calling out my name loud enough for the next villa to hear.

She gasped when I took my first taste, fingers curling in the net as she rolled to meet the next lashing of my tongue. I knew exactly what to do now to get her to fall apart, but I took my time, enjoying every kiss and tease along the way.

Before long, her hands were in my hair, guiding me and urging me to give her what she really needed. My lips enclosed her clit, and I slipped one finger inside her, then another, curling them in tandem with the sucking rhythm of my mouth.

Usually, I would have one hand up massaging her breast, too. I’d roll and twist her nipple the way I knew she loved. But with her belly the size it was now, that wasn’t an option, so I doubled down on my efforts, tasting her like it was my full-time job, and the reason I got a healthy signing bonus.

She came quietly, whimpering and shaking and fighting back the cries I knew she wanted to let go as her legs trembled aroundme. I’d no sooner grinned and ran my mouth along the inside of her thigh, something I loved to do every time after I went down on her so she could feel the climax I coaxed from her, before she was grabbing me by the arms and pulling me up to kiss her.

Her moan into my mouth was urgent and needy, like tasting herself on me set her on fire and she was ready for another round. Then, she was struggling and laughing a little at herself as she maneuvered until her hands were on the dock, her knees still in the netting, her sunglasses thrown somewhere, and her pretty eyes cast over her shoulder at me.

I laid on my back and enjoyed that glorious view as I unfastened my swim trunks and slid them down to my knees, ankles, and kicked them to the side. I still didn’t move when they were gone, other than to fist myself and roll my hand over my shaft with a groan as I took in Madelyn’s beautiful, perfect fucking body.

“Are you going to fuckmewith that, or am I just meant to stay like this until you finish?” she teased, arching a brow.

“So impatient.”

“Always have been when it comes to you.”

Carefully, I pushed myself up and ambled over to her, both of us laughing as we fought to steady ourselves and find balance. When I finally had her hips in my hands, I roamed her slick body again, groaning and smacking the side of her ass before I positioned myself at her entrance.

This was her new favorite position. For a while, it was her on top. Then, it was on her side, me spooning her in the early morning. But lately, she’d wanted me just like this.

She gasped and moaned as I edged my way in, and I knew she felt me deep like this because I feltherin the deepest, tightest way, too. Once I was all the way fitted inside, we both took a savoring breath, me kissing her shoulder and her leaning her head back to meet me.

Slowly, I began to move, flexing in and out and wishing I didn’t have to use my hands to hold us steady so I could grab her breasts and pull her against me and fuck her with abandon.

But there was something even hotter about the restraint, about having to take my time, hold myself up, holdherup and work her to another orgasm all at the same time. Every flex inside her was filled with sensation, my muscles working overtime as blood worked its way from each corner of my body right between my thighs.

“Fuck, Mads,” I croaked, kissing the back of her neck. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Coming,” she breathed back at me, and then in a feat that surprised me, she rested her weight on one hand so the other could dive between her legs.

I focused on making sure she was safe and supported as she worked out her second climax, and this time, she didn’t hold back. She moaned and screamed and called out my name just the way I’d wanted.

Those sounds alone sent me barreling.

I wrapped one arm around her lower waist, below her belly, and held her to me as I pumped and flexed and curled, over and over, deeper and deeper until power and numbness consumed me in equal measure.

I came with a groan and her name on my lips, with the sun shining bright above us, with the water lapping at the wood of our villa.

With her burrowing deep into my heart, my soul.

With a future so bright and beautiful it nearly made this grown fucking man sob.

Eventually, when we both had calmed, I helped Madelyn out of the hammock and carried her into our villa, into the rain shower, setting her down gently before running the water the perfectly warm temperature.

I washed her hair and her body before I did the same to mine, and then I fed her again and tucked her into our plush bed for a nap before we’d go to dinner.

While she slept, I lay beside her, watching her dream, marveling at how my entire world had shifted since she’d swung back into my life, and wondering what the fuck I ever did before her.

Soon, I would be her husband.

Soon, I would be adad.

No.

I already was.