Page 62 of Nine Months to Love

“I know,” he says, reading everything I can’t say in my eyes. “Me, too.”

He reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit again, and the dual sensation is overwhelming. My orgasm builds, inevitable and all-consuming.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Let go for me. Let me see you fall apart.”

And I do. I shatter completely, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.

Stefan’s hands grip my hips as he rolls us, pulling me on top of him in one fluid motion. The shift in position makes me gasp—he’s somehow even deeper this way, and the sudden control makes me freeze.

“What’s wrong?” He runs his palms up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. “Shy now?”

“I just... I don’t know what to do.”

“Yes, you do.” His hands settle on my hips, guiding me into a slow roll that makes us both groan. “Your body knows exactly what it wants. Stop thinking and just move.”

I plant my hands on his chest for balance, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under my palm. The scars are rough and unforgiving, raised lines and puckered marks that illustrate a violent history. I trace one that curves around his ribs, and he shudders.

“The way you touch me…” he breathes, watching me with those mismatched eyes. “Like you’re trying to read my past through my skin.”

“Maybe I am.”

“You want to know all my secrets?” His hands guide my hips into a rhythm that has me biting my lip to keep from crying out. “Then ride me properly and I’ll tell you anything you want.”

I start to move, tentatively at first, finding the angle that makes sparks shoot up my spine. Stefan’s hands are everywhere—my thighs, my waist, my breasts—but his eyes never leave my face.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “God, look at you. The way your hair falls over your shoulder when you tilt your head back like that. Like dark silk I want to wrap around my fist.”

His words make me bold. I increase my pace, rolling my hips in a way that makes his jaw clench.

“Fuck, Olivia.” His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise. “The way you bite your bottom lip when something feels good—it drives me insane. I think about that lip when I’m supposed to be running numbers. In board meetings. When I’m trying to sleep.”

“Stefan—”

“No, let me say this.” He sits up suddenly, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep us connected. The new position has him hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars. “The little crease you get between your eyebrows when you’re concentrating. You tap your ring finger against your thumb when you’re nervous, did you know that? You’re doing it right now against my chest.”

I look down and realize he’s right. I hadn’t even noticed.

“How do you know all that?”

“Because I memorize everything about you.” He rocks up into me, and I have to grab his shoulders to stay upright. “I can’t get enough. I’m fucking insatiable, Olivia.”

“You’ve been watching me that closely?”

“I can’tstopwatching you.” His mouth finds my throat and clamps down. “Your breath catches right before you come and you make this delicious little whimper when I hit just the right spot—yes,thatone. Christ, that sound.”

His thumb finds my clit, circling in time with our movements, and I’m suddenly right on the edge again.

“Your thighs tremble when you’re close,” he continues, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. “Your nails dig into my shoulders. You moan my name and it’s?—”

“Stefan, I’m?—”

“I know, baby. I can feel you clenching around me. So tight, so perfect.”

“Stefan, I’m almost?—”

“My perfect girl. Come for me, Olivia. Let me watch you fall apart on top of me.”

And then the world dissolves into beautiful, sparkling snowflakes as I come so hard my vision goes haywire.