Page 20 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire (Oops Baby #3)
Roman
The flannel pajamas are fucking ridiculous. But the look on Willa’s face is worth the straight face I have to hold.
I do up every single button while maintaining eye contact with her, just to watch her squirm.
“Sexy,” I say.
“The sexiest,” she agrees, fighting a smile.
And then she curls up in my arms and goes to sleep with concerning speed.
Fatigue, according to the on-call Personal Support Obstetrician, is normal.
But even with that reassurance, I have trouble drifting off.
I can’t believe she’s here, in my bed and in my arms. Her sweet scent floods my senses, but the warm weight of her against me still feels impossible.
And then eventually I do fall asleep, without realizing it.
So when I wake up in the middle of the night with a naked woman halfway on top of me, I’m disoriented for a second.
Not complaining, of course.
Happy as fuck, in fact.
“Too hot,” she mumbles against my neck, where she’s buried her face. “Take them off.”
“Willa, wake up.” I stroke my hand down her bare spine. “You’re naked.”
“Mmm, you should take advantage of that.”
My cock is all in favor of that plan.
“But what about the PJ plan to get back at me?”
“That was silly. Wasn’t that silly?” She licks my neck, making my pulse jump.
I groan. “Are you all the way awake?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not taking advantage of you in a vulnerable state?”
“If anything, I’m taking advantage of you. Look at Mr. Thorne, all buttoned-up in his flannel PJs…” She pushes herself up, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than my disheveled fiancée, naked above me, trying to work the world’s tiniest buttons in the near dark.
With a frustrated little grunt, she grabs both sides of my shirt and tears it open, sending buttons flying.
“Oops,” she says.
This sweet, young thing is going to be the death of me, and I’ll die happy.
“I want you so much,” she whispers. “I’ve always wanted you. Even when I was scared. Even when I was alone and thought you’d forgotten me.”
“Never.” I pull her down so I can give her my mouth. I’m done with waiting, done with being noble. Four months of hunger pours into this kiss. She tastes like paradise, like home, like she’s mine .
Her small hands fumble with my pajama pants, and I help her, desperate to feel her hands on my cock.
“Touch me,” she begs as she begins to stroke me.
I cup her breasts reverently, testing their new weight again, brushing my thumbs over those sensitive peaks. She gasps and arches into my touch, so responsive it makes my cock throb.
“Don’t be quiet,” I murmur, then lift my mouth to take one nipple into my mouth. “I love hearing you.”
She clutches at my hair, holding me against her as I suck and lick, alternating between her breasts until she’s writhing her hips down towards my cock.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I need...”
She’s dripping wet, her arousal coating her inner thighs.
“I know. Me too, gorgeous.”
My cock is so hard it’s painful.
Somehow, we come together.
“I need to be inside you,” I growl, pulsing my hips as she wriggles on top of me. Her belly hides my view, but that’s intoxicating in itself. “Need to feel you around me. Need to claim you properly this time.”
“Yes. Please.”
Then the head of my cock notches more properly at her entrance. She’s so wet and ready that with the right angle, she starts to slide down my shaft as if we were made for each other.
As she sinks onto me, taking me into her body, I make it very clear what this means to me. “You’re mine, Willa. My future wife. The mother of my children. Mine.”
“Yours,” she agrees with a pant.
I start to move, slow and deep, watching her face as I fuck her. Her eyes flutter closed, her mouth falls open, and she makes these little sounds that drive me wild.
“Harder,” she begs.
“I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”
“You won’t. Please, Roman. Please .”
She curves over me, her belly pressing into me, and she kisses me. I pick up the pace, driving my hips up with controlled force. She meets me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders, her pussy getting tighter around me.
“That’s it,” I encourage, bringing my thumb to her clit. “Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock. Milk my seed into your body, Willa. It’s yours. It’ll always be yours.”
She comes with a cry that I swallow with my mouth, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I see stars. I follow her over, burying myself deep.
“Willa. Fuck. My Willa.”
We stay like that for a moment, foreheads pressed together, both of us panting.
“I love you,” I tell her softly, meaning it more than I’ve ever meant anything.
“I love you, too.”
We stumble to the shower, laughing together. I make her come again, this time on my mouth.
When we return to bed and curl up together once more, there’s no flannel between us. Just skin on skin, the way it should’ve been from the beginning.
“No more holding back, my love.” I murmur against her hair. I mean it on every level.