Page 32 of The Unexpected Lineup (Lost in Translation #2)
NOW, TAKE ME LIKE A GOOD BOY
RASMUS
D inner with Haisley’s family went about as well as I could’ve expected. Her brothers were suspicious, their mom sharp-witted, and Jeremy…well, he was Jeremy— his usual mix of genuine warmth and protectiveness.
It’s been a long day, but Haisley doesn’t look too tired. If anything, she looks deep in thought. I glance at her as I slow for a red light. “You okay?”
She blinks and turns to me. “Yeah, just thinking.”
“That’s dangerous.”
“It’s almost time to find out.”
I don’t need to ask what she means. We’re at the point in the pregnancy where we could find out the sex if we wanted to.
“Do you want to know?” I ask carefully.
“I don’t know. Do you?”
It’s a fair question. I haven’t let myself think too much about it, mostly because I already feel like I’m holding on so tight to something I still can’t fully believe is mine.
“Yeah,” I admit. “I think I do.”
She studies me, then turns to stare out the window. “Why?”
“I guess I want to picture them better. I already do, but they’re blurry, you know? I can see us with a baby, but I don’t know the details…” I trail off.
Haisley doesn’t say anything right away. Her fingers move over her stomach in slow, absent circles. “I get that. I picture them, too.”
My heart rate kicks up. “But?”
“Part of me wants to wait. Enjoy the mystery of it, you know? There are only a handful of times in this life that a person can be that surprised,” she explains. “Then another part of me thinks I need to know. I wasn’t expecting any of this, and I think I’ve had enough surprises.”
“Then let’s find out,” I tell her earnestly, reaching over to curl my fingers over hers. “Do you have a preference?”
Her lips part as if she’s about to say no, but then she hesitates. “I always thought I’d be a girl mom. I don’t know why, I just have the feeling.”
“But what if it’s a boy?”
“Then it is.”
“And we love them the same.”
“Exactly.”
The rest of the drive is quiet. We’re both lost in our thoughts. When I pull into the garage, she sighs softly.
“Think you could carry me inside?”
I turn off the ignition. “Is your ankle bothering you?”
“No, but I’m getting too tired to walk.”
Getting out, I walk around to her side and pull the door open. She’s already holding her arms out, waiting for me. I bend to scoop her in my arms, and she wraps her arms around my neck as I lift her effortlessly. Her body settles against mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Her perfume, the sweet floral scent with hints of vanilla, wraps around me. Her breath fans against my neck as I shut the door with my foot and start toward the elevator.
The shift between us is subtle at first. But the way her fingers trace over the back of my neck while neither of us says a damn word speaks for itself.
Reaching the loft, my heartbeat has picked up, but I keep my cool. I unlock the door, her still in my arms, and step inside. Locking the door behind us, I look at her.
And I don’t put her down right away.
I should. But I don’t.
She doesn’t tell me to let her down, either.
Instead, her eyes linger on my mouth, making my entire body heat up. She runs her fingers through my hair and unties my hairband. And that’s the last straw.
“Fuck it,” I whisper and bring my lips to hers .
The kiss starts slowly. Testing the waters. I press her against the wall, tightening my grip as her legs instinctively wrap around my body. A soft, breathy moan escapes her, and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge.
The kiss turns hungrier as I slide my hand up her back and the other against her thigh, keeping her up. She tilts her head, giving me more of her, and I take everything offered willingly. Her soft lips feel like a dream against mine.
I barely register moving, but we make it to the bedroom without breaking apart. Haisley tugs at my shirt, impatient, and I groan against her mouth as I lower her onto the bed.
Bracing myself above her, I press my hands into the mattress on either side of her head. Her hair fans out across my pillow, and she looks like she belongs in my bed. It hits me how badly I’ve wanted this since that night when we were strangers wrapped in each other.
She looks up at me, lips swollen, breathing unsteady. The same hunger sizzling inside me reflects in her eyes. My self-control is hanging by a thread at this point.
I dip my head, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw.
Sliding my hand under the hem of her sweater, my fingertips tease along her waist as I take my time to admire the new curves that the pregnancy is creating.
She arches into me, her body still fitting perfectly against mine, meant to be there.
Lifting the sweater, I expose her round breasts in a see-through red lacy bra. Her peaked nipples are begging for my attention, and I take one in my mouth through the fabric. Haisley whimpers as I keep sucking on it before moving to the other one .
I move lower, leaving featherlight kisses on the way. Unbuttoning her jeans, I pull them off her so she’s only wearing her bra and matching thong.
“Rasmus,” she murmurs, my name a soft plea on her lips. “Take me already.”
“But what if I enjoy playing with your body?”
A shiver runs through her as I skim my hands up her thighs, teasing the edges of her lacy underwear. She pushes up on her elbows, her light green eyes darkening with heat and impatience.
“Then you better start playing for real, getting the puck in the net,” she challenges with a wicked smile.
Damn. That smile ruins me every time.
I hook my fingers under the delicate lace and peel it down slowly because it’s our first sober time together. I want to remember every moment.
Pressing my lips to the inside of her thigh before working my way up, she sighs. She threads her fingers into my hair and tugs me closer.
“Ras.”
My name on her lips is enough to set my blood on fire. But I’m not rushing this. Not tonight.
“Let me show you how much I missed this sweet pussy,” I tell her and press my mouth to her center.
Haisley gasps the second my tongue flicks against her clit. I groan at the way she responds to me.
“Rasmus,” she whimpers again, her fingers tightening in my hair, bringing me even closer like she can’t stand the thought of any space between us.
I flatten my tongue and drag it over her sensitive bundle of nerves. My movements are slow and deliberate and her thighs tremble on my shoulders while I get drunk on her, drowning in her taste.
She squirms against my touch, and I grip her hips. “Stay still for me, sweetness,” I murmur against her, and the vibration of my voice makes her shudder.
“Fuck, Ras, I’m so close.”
I hum in response, pushing her further with my tongue, mouth, and fingers, taking her higher until she shatters against me. Her entire body trembles as she comes undone beneath my mouth. I hold her through it, lapping up every bit of her pleasure. Then I kiss my way up her body.
When I finally reach her lips, she’s still dazed. I smirk, brushing my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips.
“Think you can handle more?”
She bites her lower lip, then drags me down for a kiss. Her tongue slides against mine before she replies, “I’ve waited for weeks to have you inside me again.”
I take off my clothes, naked and ready to sink inside her.
“Should I get a condom?”
She laughs. “Don’t you think we’re past that point?”
“Well, my tests came back all clear, so we are if you agree.”
I can tell the exact moment it clicks as her cheeks redden and she blinks at me. “Please. I want nothing between us. I just want to feel all of you. ”
Running my hands down her sides, I revel in the way she shivers under my touch. “Are you sure?”
She nods, a tempting smile spreading across her beautiful face. “Now, take me like a good boy, Rasmus.”
Instead of giving her what she wants right away, I grasp her hand and pull her upright. She blinks in surprise as I guide her off the bed, her bare skin brushing mine, every step a tease.
“Rasmus?”
I don’t answer. Just lead her to the full-length mirror across the room, until we're both standing in front of it. Her breath catches when she sees us reflected together.
I wrap my arms around her from behind, our bodies pressing together as I whisper, "I want you to see what I see."
Her breath hitches, her pulse racing against my chest. And I have a feeling this will be even better than our first time together.