Chapter 51

KNOX

“Willow…”

My heart is doing this weird thing where it wants to beat fast but at the same time it’s like it forgets to beat.

I’m not dumb either.

I’m not going to look at a woman and tell her she’s got a belly.

But…

“That’s what this is all about, baby?” I whisper.

Willow slams her hands to my chest. “Don’t act all nice about it!”

She tries to move back and I grab her by her just a little bit curvier hips and I pull her toward me.

Her body touches mine.

Her small baby bump touches me.

It’s like I’m holding my baby…

I drop my mouth down to hers.

I kiss her hard. I kiss her deep.

She claws at my cheeks.

She breaks the kiss for a second, gasping for a breath.

Once that second is up and that breath is taken, I go in for more.

My hands move around and down and I pick her up.

I walk with her, easily, and I gently hold her against the first wall I can find.

The kisses grow hotter and deeper.

I’ve never felt so connected so someone the way I do right now with Willow.

I step back from the wall, taking Willow with me, and I make a straight line for her bedroom.

As soon as I place her back on her feet, my hands flirt with the waistband of her pants. And then her panties. Around to the front of her body. Full intentions of sliding my right hand down into her panties and touch her warm, soft wetness. My fingertips are tingling with delight.

Except…

I move with the curve of her belly.

It’s subtle, but it’s there.

Holy hell… it’s really there…

My fingertips touch her skin.

I suddenly can’t move my hand down her pants and panties.

I just want to touch her belly.

This moment… this…

“Knox,” Willow purrs. “I need you right now, Knox…”

She grabs my wrist and pushes my hand down the front of her pants and panties.

She groans.

She grips my wrist as best she can as my fingers slide between her legs.

She’s wet. Soaking wet.

Swollen, ready, her body welcoming my touch…

Simply put - I begin to finger Willow.

Her nails dig at my wrist. She lets out a sigh, purrs and drops her head back.

I gently kiss her neck. Kiss up to her ear.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” I whisper into her ear. “I want to fucking hold you and care for you as long as you’re pregnant with our baby.”

The words pour from my mouth.

I’m not sure if what I’m saying makes any sense to her or is romantic or sweet.

I’m just speaking the truth that comes to me.

Meanwhile my fingers continue to plunge deep between her legs.

Her hips jerk and rock against my touch.

Her moans grow louder. More frequent.

I can’t take much more of it…

My brains screams - not like this.

Not like this!

I resist her need for my fingers and slide my hand out of her panties.

I grab my pants and push them down.

I move my hand side to side, wrestling my pants down.

Willow does the same to herself.

I step back toward her bed and sit down.

I inch back on the bed.

My pants are down to my knees.

My cock standing thick and tall.

“Look what you do to me, baby,” I say to Willow. “My cock is aching for your touch right now.”

Willow bites her bottom lip and steps out of her pants and panties at the same time.

Then she moves onto the bed.

I reach for her, touching her hips, my right hand moving toward her stomach.

Willow touches my hand as she straddles me.

Hovering over me.

I see the desperation on her face. The worry in her eyes.

So much happening at once.

I lift my hands and place them on her face.

“You have me, Willow,” I say. “You. Have. Me.”

Willow grabs my shoulders and lowers herself down.

She turns her head and groans, biting at my right thumb.

I feel her sweet body welcome me.

That first sheath-like squeeze of pressure against my hardness.

Her hips quiver for a moment, then she keeps going.

Slowly. Taking me one inch at a time.

We’re as close together as possible.

Willow’s hands have moved down and she’s gripping at my shirt.

She leans down and we start to kiss again.

I grab for the bottom of her shirt.

I touch her lower back. I touch her hips. I touch her ass.

She rocks herself forward and back, using me to pleasure herself.

We’re connected.

Everything is slow… yet so fast…

I thrust up. Gently.

Willow bites at my lip and groans into my mouth.

“You like that, baby? You like when I fuck you slow?” I ask.

My hands lock on her hips once more and I begin to lift and lower her.

It’s such a slow movement, it’s complete torture for me.

But worth it to see the look on her face.

“Knox,” she groans. She grabs my face. “Knox… do you love me…?”

I grunt as my body is seconds away from exploding.

And, look, being in the middle of something so hot… to hear that certain word pop up…

Love?

Really?

Love…?

Well if isn’t one of the craziest things ever…

I grab Willow at the back of her neck and curl my lip.

“Oh, baby, I fucking love you,” I say. “I love this. I love your body. I love our baby. And, yes, of course, I love you, Willow.”

She lets out a crying kind of sound and places her forehead to mine.

For a second I think she’s about to cry…

… instead, she just begins to come.