Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

Alex

My knuckles pause a mere inch from Elliot's apartment door.

I take a deep breath.

I let it out.

Then I roll my tongue against my teeth.

As much as I want to kick this door down, envelop Elliot in my arms, and bury my nose in her hair, I'm terrified.

I don't want to accept it; I don't even want to give it light, but I feel like she's going to push me away again. That she'll want to raise the kid as partners but keep all the romance out of it. Keep this need that burns between us at bay. Not allow us what we want.

Each other.

I spent all night tossing and turning, trying to answer all my questions myself. I understand her fear. Though she's never told me, I know she's been hurt. More than once. I know she doesn't have a relationship with her mom and dad, only her sisters. So, I'm sure there's some parental trauma there, and while I have my own, hers seems a bit more gut-wrenching. I don't think she's ever been loved correctly by a man. I highly suspect she doesn't know what love from a man is like, and while I'm not a pro, I want to be.

For her.

I gaze at the door, my hand still hanging there as I will myself to knock. I have all these needs inside me. Desires that are overwhelming. I want to touch her and feel my child kick. I want to be there when she finds out what we are having. I want to help buy things and decorate our child's space. I have all these dreams of what I'll do if it's a boy—teach him hockey. And if it's a girl—teach her hockey. I want to do all the things my father didn't do, but most of all, I want to be in love with my child's mother.

I don't do dreams; I make memories.

But I don't know if Elliot will allow me, or even herself, to make them.

I let my eyes drift shut, and then I knock, knowing I'm unable to hold off any longer. I hear movement before the door opens, and she stands before me. Her long, rich brown hair is down in wavy curls, flowing along her shoulders. She wears no makeup, but I know she's used some ChapStick because her lips are shiny. She has on a dress that is flowy, but unlike everything else I've seen her in, this dress allows her stomach to show. Just barely, but I can see it.

My baby.

I swallow past the lump in my throat as I meet her hazel eyes. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip before she murmurs, "Hey. Come on in."

She steps back, but instead of walking past her, I move toward her, crowding her space. She looks up at me, her neck craning back as I capture her chin between my thumb and forefinger. "You are so beautiful."

Her face flushes. "Alex."

She says my name like a prayer, so soft, so sweet, and I'm a goner for the way she utters the word.

"What, mami ? Surely you know that I spent the night thinking of only you."

Her eyes hold mine. "Same."

Heat burns in those hazel depths, and I can't take it. I lean down without hesitation or even permission before I touch my lips to hers. Her hand comes up, her fingers wrapping around my wrist, and I mold my body to hers. Her breasts press to my chest, her stomach into mine, and I need more. I move my tongue along the seam of her lips, and by the grace of God, she opens that succulent mouth. I groan when my tongue touches hers, and then she brings her hand up to cup my cheek.

Everything explodes inside me.

Our tongues clash—they play, they dance, they devour. When we part for breath, we're both panting as I open my eyes to find hers still closed. I pepper kisses along her bottom lip, my eyes trained on her lids as I wait for her to open them. Instead, she whispers, "Alex, what are you doing?"

"You," I answer with no hesitation. "I'm done with words, Elliot."

Her eyes open, and heat burns in her hazel depths. "We can't."

"Oh, we most certainly fucking can," I say, dropping my hand from her chin and scooping her up in my free arm.

She wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and I almost combust from the pure rightness of her in my arms.

"But we need to talk."

"I don't want to talk," I say, kicking the door behind me. The counter isn't far from the door, so I set the food down first. "I want to make you feel."

Her eyes burn into mine. "Feel what?"

"Everything."

Her breath catches, her eyes going hooded, and thank fuck she rubs that hot center of hers against the front of my jeans. My cock throbs for her, and while I'm not sure it was intentional, I don't give two fucks. I carry her to the bed but don't lay her on it. Instead, I put her to her feet and then turn her, pressing her back to my front. I move her hair to the side and kiss along her ear, the spot below her lobe, then her neck. I lick the heated flesh and drop kisses on her bare shoulder.

Her breathing is labored, and she brings her hands back to grasp my hips as I continue to taste her shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a full-length mirror, and my heart crashes into my ribs. I walk her toward it, her head dropping back into my chest as I eat at her neck, nibbling and licking her flesh. When we're positioned in front of the mirror, I reach for the bottom of her dress and pull it up with ease.

When I see Elliot's body, time stops.

My mouth goes dry, my cock weeps for her, and I know I want nothing more than this woman in my arms.

She isn't wearing a bra, and her nipples are fucking hard as hell. Her breasts are full, and I'd say that's the biggest difference in her body, but it's not. It's the curve of her belly, the fact that her belly button isn't an innie anymore but an outie. Her thighs are a bit thicker, but nothing can hide their apex, her purple panties giving away how aroused she is. I growl against her ear, nipping at it as I drink her in.

"I should have you hold that mirror and smack your ass for not allowing me the chance to watch this body change," I whisper against her ear. "You are so fucking gorgeous, mami ." She moans softly as I cup her heavy breasts. "I want to devour these tits, suck them, squeeze them." I do as I say, and I'm rewarded with a low groan. "Do you know what you do to me?"

Her eyes meet mine, and she shakes her head. Apprehension swirls in her depths, and I hate it. She has nothing to be worried about. I'd never allow anyone to hurt her. Not even me. "Maybe we should just go eat." Her voice is trembling with want, and all it does is make me harder.

I scoff. "Oh, mi sol , I plan on eating, all right."

I capture her panties in one hand and yank them to the side before tracing her folds with my fingers. She cries out, bucking against my hand as I watch in amazement. I press my lips to her ear, inhaling her sweet scent. "I love your pretty pussy," I say as I watch my fingers move along her glistening center. She's not as trimmed as she was, but I don't care. I love seeing her desire on her dark curls. I slip my finger between her folds, and we both groan at how wet and wanton she is. "For six months, I'd dream of this pussy, how it looked taking my fingers, my mouth, my cock," I tell her, and I love how wild her eyes are. I slide my fingers through her folds and enter her with ease. Her eyes fall shut, her chest rising and falling as I finger-fuck her once, then twice, before nipping at her ear. "Want me to stop?"

She groans. "Don't you even fucking think about it."

"I thought you were hungry."

"I am, but more so for this."

"Mm, are you going to choke on my cock?"

"Alex, please," she moans, coming up on her toes, and I grin.

"Patience," I mutter against her ear. She cries out as I make my way up to her clit. "I'd fuck my hand as I imagined taking this pussy in all the ways I love to." I move my fingers faster, her moans music to my ears as I kiss her ear. "I could hear your cries as if you were right there, taking my cock. I could feel you come undone and milk my cock over and over." She cries out, bucking against my hand as I swirl my finger over her clit. "But fucking hell, Elliot, nothing can compare to the real thing in my arms."

"Alex…oh, oh. Oh."

"Come, mi sol ." I quicken my pace, unable to keep from rubbing myself against her thick ass. "I want you to come. I want to hear my name on your lips, and I want you to tell me who owns this fucking pristine pussy."

"Alex!" she screams as she shatters, her body bucking against mine as I press her clit, making the pleasure last. "God, fucking hell, yesssss."

Her whole body trembles, and I'm in awe. "Mm, yes, mami ," I say as I let her go, and then I step around to her front. She's panting, her eyes dark and wild as she watches me. I drop to my knees in front of her, and her eyes widen.

I capture her thick ass in my hands, squeezing her sweet globes, but before I can lean in to taste what I so desperately want, she asks, "What are you doing?"

"Cleaning up the mess we made."