Chapter 17

SEVENTEEN

My pregnancy hormones are conspiring against me. For weeks, all I could do was eat, sleep, or throw up. My energy was at an all-time low, and I would’ve happily slept most of the day away. As it was, I was wiped every night after work.

But last week, my nausea completely subsided. And then a new symptom popped up. One that has me rubbing my thighs together trying to ease the ache. I give up trying to fight it, desperately needing to release some of this tension before I explode. I grab my favorite vibrator that never fails to get the job done and get comfortable on my bed, turning it on. I don’t mess around. I’ve learned over the last few days that one orgasm barely does anything to sate me. Hell, three sometimes rarely does the job.

And that’s why I’m convinced my hormones are conspiring against me because I suspect I would be more than sated if I gave in and let Ty fuck me senseless instead of keeping all this pent-up need to myself and trying to release the tension solo.

But we’re going slow—apparently snail-paced slow. I refuse to let my stupid, horny hormones ruin what we’ve built over the past six weeks.

I turn on my vibe and then position it on my clit, going for gold. My back arches as pleasure instantly shoots up my spine, and my thighs start to shake with my impending release. The first one never takes long, and I’m already right on the edge when the damn doorbell rings.

I let out a groan of frustration, turn off my vibe, pull my yoga pants back up, and hustle to the door, wondering if it’s a delivery again. When Ty was out of town last week, he had food delivered every day for me. It was different having someone take care of me instead of me feeling like I always had to take care of myself. Nice, but definitely something I wasn’t expecting.

But when I open the door, it’s not delivery. It’s Ty. And like the devil himself is in charge of my body, my nipples bead in my bra, and my clit throbs between my legs at just the sight of this man who is too damn handsome for his—or my—own good.

“Hey. I thought you didn’t get back until late tonight.” I try to sound breezy, but I’m pretty sure I sound as frazzled as I feel. I’m teetering on the damn edge.

He tilts his head, his lips pulling up into a small smile. “Nope, we landed an hour ago, same time we were supposed to. I came straight here. That okay?”

I wave my hand and step back so he can come inside. “Yeah, sorry. I must’ve forgotten.”

More than likely it’s just my damn hormone brain that hasn’t been able to stop thinking about sex for days, so of course the details about his flight home didn’t register properly. But there’s no way I’m confessing that to him as he walks in and places his bag down.

“You didn’t want to go home and get settled?”

He spins around to face me. “Nope. I’m right where I want to be.” He steps forward, that sexy smile playing on his face—and making a damn mess of my panties—and my gaze slides over his wide, bulky shoulders, down his gray T-shirt that hides the abs I licked during our night together, which was far too long ago. My mouth waters, and my clit pulses between my legs, as if I could forget it’s there.

Then my gaze slides lower to the bulge in his jeans, and I swallow thickly, wondering if he tastes the same.

God, I’m so fucking horny.

“Precious, as much as I love these sex eyes you’re giving me, if you don’t stop, I might get the wrong idea.”

“Huh?” I say, reluctantly pulling my gaze from his body to focus back on his face. His mouth is tilted up while humor and heat fill his eyes. His cheeks are a little flushed, and that only makes my heart beat faster and my need increase.

He steps closer, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. His breathing picks up as his hand rises and he grazes my cheek with the back of his fingers. I close my eyes at the feel of his skin against mine, even if it’s not a sexual touch. Then my cheeks heat in embarrassment when a moan escapes.

Stupid hormones.

Ty makes a low sound in the back of his throat—a cross between a groan and a growl—and then steps even closer so his front is plastered to mine, his chest brushing against my achy nipples in such a way that has my knees going weak. His other hand wraps around me, holding me tight against his body where I can feel his thick, hard length between us. Raw, needy desire pulses through me like a live wire, and when I look up, his eyes shine with the same longing I feel.

“I’m so horny,” I cry, tears of frustration burning my eyes after too many days of denying myself what I really need. “Please, make it better.”

“Fuck, Precious. Why didn’t you say so?”

He doesn’t give me any time to answer before his lips are crashing on mine, and all thoughts disappear as I wrap my arms around his neck, holding his head to mine as his tongue plunges inside my mouth, sliding salaciously against mine. We both let out a moan, and then he’s sweeping me up in his arms and carrying me to my room, all the while his lips never leaving mine.

Not until he sets me on my bed and then pulls back. His chest heaves as his hungry eyes stare down at me.

“Take ’em off,” he says, his voice ragged and deep.

It takes a minute for my foggy brain to understand his words, but once they register, I can’t get naked fast enough. He lets out a chuckle, but I’m too far gone to be embarrassed anymore. Once I’ve discarded all my clothes, I lie back on the bed, my thighs rubbing together, trying to ease some of the ache. One of my hands goes to my nipple, pinching it lightly since they’re still tender, but the bite also adds to my release so I’ve learned to go with it. My other hand slips between my legs before I can even think to stop it, rubbing my clit in slow circles—anything to try to ease the tension building inside me.

His smile falls as his eyes darken and flare, his gaze sliding down every exposed inch until he stops at my glistening sex. I can feel how soaked I am.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs. Then he drops to his knees, spreads my legs wide, and gives one long, languid lick from my seam to my clit.

My hands shoot to his hair, holding his head there. “Oh God, yes. That feels so good.”

He hums against my plump bundle of nerves and then he stops fucking around. His mouth suctions around my clit, while his tongue flicks at it. Simultaneously, he slides one, then two fingers inside my pussy, curling them up to hit that tender spot inside.

Stars shoot across my vision as my first orgasm explodes inside me. It’s so powerful, I can’t even make a sound as my back arches off the bed and my toes curl. The pleasure is so overwhelming, I nearly black out. But Ty’s right there, easing me through it with that glorious mouth of his. When the last tremors fade, I sag against my bed, my chest heaving and my horniness sated more than it’s been in days. My thighs shake around his shoulders.

“Fuck, I needed that,” I mutter, my words slightly slurred from how blissed-out I feel.

Ty places a kiss on my clit and then stands, slowly removing his clothes while his eyes seem to memorize every inch of my body. Just witnessing the way his heated gaze peruses every inch has my desire humming again in my veins.

“You ready for round two?”

“God yes,” I say on a sigh.

His smile lights up his whole face and sucks the breath straight out of my lungs. This man is so insanely attractive. Some days I still can’t believe he really wants me. He could easily have his pick of any woman out there, yet it’s me he keeps coming back to.

I won’t argue with it. I’ll keep him for as long as he wants me, especially when the way he makes me feel—precious and cherished—is too addicting to give up.

Once he’s naked, he rests his hands on either side of my body and holds his bulky frame just barely away from me, teasing me with the idea of skin on skin without giving me what I really want. He kisses my stomach, lingering a moment, his gaze snapping up to mine while his lips press tender kisses where our baby is growing. My heart nearly stops in my chest at the sight.

This man is going to break my heart someday, and I think I’m going to let him, simply because this memory would be worth it.

He kisses up my body, spending time giving attention to each breast until I’m a writhing mess underneath him, when he finally reaches my mouth.

“Do I need a condom?” he asks against my lips.“I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

I stare into his brown eyes, not wanting a single thing between us. I want every inch of this man for as long as I can have him. “No,” I say, my voice quiet but sure.

He nods once and then kisses me hard as he slides his thick cock deep inside me. We both let out groans as he stretches me wide.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Never felt this good,” he murmurs against my lips, kissing away any response I can give. Despite the fact we haven’t had sex together in almost three months, our bodies move together as if we’ve been having sex every day and know every move that will bring the other person the most pleasure.

Ty slides a hand underneath my ass, tilting my pelvis to hit a different angle inside me, causing fireworks to go off behind my eyes. This time, I scream as my release hits me, my orgasm causing me to contract against him so tightly, he has no choice but to follow me over the cliff.

We both shudder as little tremors go through us, but for the first time in days, I feel completely sated. I have no idea how long it’ll last, but I’m thankful for the slight reprieve—and for finally feeling like I have my sanity back.

These pregnancy hormones are no joke.

Ty holds my body tight to his, dropping little kisses along my neck as we readjust so my back is to his front, his arms around me.

I close my eyes as sleep threatens at the edges, a calm washing over me along with something else—something scary and yet something I want more than anything—a sense of being wanted and belonging to this amazing man who I don’t deserve.