Chapter 8

8

TRACE

W alking through the Rosewood Ridge Courthouse buck naked wasn't exactly my idea of a good time. I sure as hell hoped there were no cameras in this place—and no security guards sent to stake things out.

But we'd forgotten the condoms tucked into Presley's tote bag, which was hanging from the back of the chair. I retrieved the entire box—hell, we might go through it before the night was through—and rushed back to the judge's office.

I stopped short just inside the door, though, at the sight in front of me. She'd pushed aside the few things on the desk and was now seated on top of it, legs crossed like before. But unlike before, the robe was on a hook in the corner of the office. My girl wore absolutely nothing.

And she was more beautiful than I'd even imagined.

"I figured that was where you'd gone," she said, her eyes on the box in my hand.

I closed the door behind me, this time engaging the lock. I didn't want anything to interrupt what was about to happen here.

"Now, where were we?" I asked, starting toward her.

"Touch yourself again," she said. "I want to watch."

I moved the condom box to my left hand and wrapped my right hand around my cock. But my movements were slow and distracted. It would be hard enough to hold out until she came.

"Part those legs for me," I said as I reached her.

She did just that, and I stepped between them. I had one goal in mind here—I wanted to kiss her.

My mouth fused with hers in a kiss so passionate, I dropped the condoms. I slid my left hand behind her head to steady her—or maybe it was myself I was steadying. When I felt her fingers slide over my hand, I moved it out of the way, and she immediately wrapped her hand around my cock.

I groaned against her mouth and deepened the kiss. That felt so fucking good. I could just stand here and let her give me a hand job, but that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to come inside her, condom or not. I wanted to feel her around me. I wanted to take what she'd offered—her virginity—and mark her as mine for life.

So I broke the kiss and said, "Let me put one of these on."

I reached for the condom box at the same time she did, which meant she took her hand off me. That at least gave me a few seconds to cool down my arousal. With the way I was racing toward orgasm, that was a plus.

"Do you always wear a condom?" she asked as I withdrew one of the square packets and tossed the box back onto the desk.

"One hundred percent," I said, ripping the packet open. "I've been avoiding getting someone pregnant all my life. I thought I'd never want to be a father, but…"

I paused, hoping that would be enough. But when she continued to stare at me, I realized she expected me to say more.

"You're rethinking that as you get older?" she finally asked.

"I'm rethinking that now that I've met you."

Another silence followed, and I found myself hanging on what she'd say next. I wasn't used to being in this position. This woman had the ability to completely crush me with words. I might never recover.

"Then forget the condom," she said. "You're safe, right?"

I was so surprised by the direction the conversation had taken, it took me a second to process that she was asking me a question. I nodded and said, "Definitely. It's been…a while for me."

I didn't want to say how long. The shortage of single women in this town wasn't the reason. I'd just gotten tired of playing the whole game. It was easier to crash in front of the TV every night and tell myself I was fine living alone.

But now this woman had walked into my life. Nothing would ever be the same.

"You're saying…" I prompted.

"I'm saying I want to have your baby, and I want to start trying tonight."

I didn't think anything could make me harder for her than I already was. I was wrong about that. A surge of emotions almost blew me backward, it was so strong.

I was in love with this woman.

"What are we waiting for?" I asked, tossing the condom and the torn wrapper over my shoulder. Then I immediately went in for another kiss.

When her hand wrapped around my cock again, I knew I had to push this forward. I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I put my hand on top of hers and guided my tip toward her entrance, moving slowly even before I made contact. But once I was there, I moved with painful slowness.

"I don't want to hurt you," I said when I broke the kiss.

She smiled up at me. "It'll be fine. I'm strong."

As if to prove it, she thrust her hips forward to take me in deeper, squeezing her eyes closed. It wasn't just painful for her, though. She was tight—far tighter than anything I'd ever experienced. Her vise grip on my penis had me clenching my jaw and holding back a profanity or two.

"Kiss me again," she said.

I did just that, continuing to kiss her as I held still inside her. I let her control the movements, her hands flattened against my buttocks as she pulled me deeper, then moved her hips to take a breather.

I'm not sure when it happened, but gradually, the breaks between thrusts grew longer. And then we were making love, reminding me that I wanted her to come one more time.

"Lean back a little," I broke the kiss to say.

She seemed confused at first, but then she got it. She put both palms behind her this time, propping herself on them and staring up at me. That gave me a full view of that gorgeous naked body. I tried to take my eyes off those tits as I moved my hand to the area where our bodies joined.

"Is this how you like it?" I asked as my thumb settled onto the swollen nub.

Her eyes widened briefly as she sucked in a breath. Then she threw her head back.

"Oh God, yes," she gasped. "That feels so…good…oh…"

I had a feeling having me inside her made her clit even more sensitive to the touch, but I couldn't say for sure. It definitely looked like it. She kept her eyes closed as she lifted her head again, but her lips were parted and she was clearly in the throes of ecstasy.

When she lifted her right hand to fondle her nipple, I just about lost it. I closed my eyes and counted backward from two thousand just to take my mind off what was happening in front of me.

"Oh…oh…yes!"

My eyes popped open. That exclamation had her tossing her head back again as she returned her hand to the desk behind her. Then her pussy squeezed my erection, and I didn't even have to let go of my restraint. I came at the same time she did, pumping my seed into her and thinking about how I sure as hell hoped we were making a baby.

As we both stilled, I moved in for another kiss. But I froze when I saw the smile on her face. That smile was followed by a brief chuckle.

"We just had sex on a judge's desk," she said. "I think we've broken the law somehow."

"Doubtful," I said. "But what happens in the judge's office stays in the judge's office."

"Agreed." She nodded. "Still…we should probably get out of here before we get caught."

"My place?" I asked.

Her smile widened even farther at that. "Definitely."

As we began the work of making it look like we'd never been here, I was filled with happiness. Yes, this was the woman I wanted to do forever with. I just couldn't believe it had taken me this long to find her.