“No. I was too focused on work and keeping my position. I didn’t want anything interfering in my goals, and I told him so that first night. Guess he took it literally.”
We are quiet for a while, both of us lost in thought before he looks up at me and grins. “Come with me?”
“What? Where?” I ask, squeaking when he pulls me up and starts towing me towards the stairs.
“You’ll see.”
I keep my mouth shut and tiptoe—even though we’re going in the opposite direction of the family wing and Marge and Vic are probably conked out in their room.
When we get to a set of double doors at the end of the long corridor, he pulls me in and closes the door. The lock turns and I gulp, looking around at what is obviously his room, well, suite really.
It’s decorated in browns and blues with a huge bed dominating the center of the wall to my left and a lit fireplace to the right.
“Er, what—?”
I don’t get anything else out before he twists me around, pulls me up and into his body, and seals his mouth over mine. The contact is explosive, and I moan at the heat, my mouth gaping wide to admit his tongue. He tastes me with a desperation I’ve never known and runs his hands down my back to cup my ass and jerk me closer.
My belly is too big to allow for contact, but he’s not stopping there, and I feel a hand travel down to cup me from behind, his fingers delving and spreading, rubbing at the seam of my sex through the soft silk.
“Christ, you’re so warm.”
Oh God. Is that a finger going beneath my underwear?
I groan and go to my toes when he thrusts a finger into me and starts curling it inside in a beckoning manner that makes my sex fire to life and moisten in a rush.
“I want you, Shaw. I want you so badly I walk around hard and aching, hungry for you.” He growls, licking at my lips. “Tell me I can have you. Please.”
“But?” I gasp when his finger goes deeper and step to my toes, but there’s nowhere to go to escape the sensation of his hand, of those knowing fingers. “You don’t even like me. I don’t like you.”
I don’t care. I don’t care. Right now, I want what he’s giving me and so much more. I had sex once, and while it was good, it was nowhere near the sensations I feel now, and we’re not even down to the good stuff yet.
“We can give each other mutual satisfaction, Shaw. I know you’re in need with your body changing. I saw your face when Kent kissed Molly. You need a body on yours, skin heating you and providing the closeness you haven’t had. You need someone who will tell you how desirable your ripe body is. Let me. I swear I’ll give you so much pleasure nothing else will matter.”
I’ve been here before. Only once before have I told myself to let go and just give in to the flow, and I’d lost everything because of it. I should say “no” now, knowing how bad my judgement has been, but I don’t because—fuck it, I’m already screwed, I may as well get some pleasure out of it.
“Don’t insult me. Please. If we do this, you don’t walk around insulting me at every turn. It’s hurtful, and I can’t take it if we get intimate.” I warn.
He smiles and pulls his finger out of me, releasing me and pushing me back.
“Strip.”
I shiver at the command and go liquid when he sucks his finger into his mouth and groans.
“Hurry, Shaw.”
God, this is a bad idea.
Chapter Ten
Cam
God, she’s so beautiful as she blushes and nibbles at her lips indecisively before gathering her gown and pulling it up. It catches on her belly for a breath before tugging free and whipping over her head.
She’s not wearing any pants and the sight of her large, swollen body is enough to bring me to my knees. She’s more than I imagined, so much more, and it arouses me to the point of pain. Her breasts are large with peach-pink nipples that are hard and tight with need.
Her belly is a round ball that almost hides her sex from view, so large that her navel is distended with her girth.
When all I do is stare, she flushes and brings her hands up self-consciously, trying to hide herself from me. I can’t have that. I won’t. For this one moment, she is mine, and I will have everything I need from her and more.
I’ll give her so much pleasure she won’t even remember the one that came before. She’ll be so full of me her skin will tingle just hearing my voice.
The possessive thoughts are shocking, but I don’t stop to examine them.
“You’re so beautiful. There’s nothing more arousing than a woman ready to bring a life into this world. See how sexy you are?”
I drop my sleeping pants and palm my erection, letting her see the extent of my desire.
“I walk around like this constantly,” I say, taking her hand to wrap it around me. “Feel that. I’m so hard it hurts.”
Those purple-blue eyes are bright when she squeezes her hand around me and starts exploring my length as if she’s never seen a dick before.
“Ah, yes, harder,” I moan, helping her start a rhythm that makes me tingle from the base of my spine to where she’s gripping me.
She obeys, and I revel in the feeling for as long as I can before removing her hand and leading her to the bed. I’m not quite sure how to do this and keep her comfortable at the same time, but she solves that for me by lying down on the bed and spreading her legs, her eyes beckoning, her hips writhing in a rhythm that assures me she’s as needy for me as I am for her.
But first, a taste.
She stiffens when I bend my head and settle between her legs. The first swipe of my tongue has her choking on a scream while I groan and my eyes roll back in my head.
She’s so wet and responsive, everything I could ask for, and soon even the taste of her isn’t enough to satisfy my thirst. I rear up just as her muscles start tensing and fill her in one motion, her body tightening up too late to stop my momentum.
When I’m completely in, we both sigh, and I lean back on my haunches to keep my weight off her smaller form.
“So perfect.”
Her body is heaven as I start plunging in and out, my hips working against my better judgement and going full steam ahead even as my mind screams at me to slow.
I don’t want to hurt her—
“Harder. Oh God, that feels so good,” she moans, digging her nails into my arms where my hands are gripping her hips.
Her urging spurs me on, and I let go, battering her with my lust. The sensations of heat and tightness are too much, and I angle deeper, searching for that spot that will set her off.
Ladies first after all.
That does the trick, and I feel her tense and the tremors deep within and let go, spilling inside her in a long stream of mind numbing pleasure that goes on for long minutes before I collapse to the side, wrung out and so blissed out my eyes won’t stay open.
“You’re bloody amazing.”
When I get no response, I turn my head only to huff out a laugh when I see her fast asleep, her body sprawled across the sheets in abandon.
Shit. I definitely need more before I can give her up and walk away. This has easily been one of the best sexual experiences of my life, and believe me, that’s a bloody compliment because while I’m not a glory hound like Rob, I have and can equal his score if not top it.