Chapter 16

Sixteen

Did he just say he wanted to have sex with me? Baby brain, a miscommunication, or maybe I’m reading this all wrong?

His lips are feverishly locked onto mine, our tongues twisting in a manic frenzy. The suction is strong. I attempt to pull away to maintain my morals, yet his grip around my shoulders pushes me further into the mattress, unable to break free.

I reach for a quick breath and try to stop him.

“Haden, we can’t… you have—”

His lips find their way back onto mine, and without answering me, he continues to passionately tease my mouth with his. I beg myself to stop, but every flick, every swirl of his perfectly soft tongue is signaling every inch of my body to react with desire.

The ache below is taunting me, but I need to be the strong one here, the mature person who can push him away because I have self-control. His strong weight against my body overpowers any self-control I have though, and my feeble attempts to wriggle away from him appear fruitless.

“No one will know,” he whispers against my lips, offering me a bite of the poisonous apple he is holding. It is red, delicious, and with just one bite, I know I cannot stop.

“We’ll know.”

The cool air graces my mouth, and he has pulled away, yet still lingers only inches from my face. Staring deeply into my eyes, his pupils dilate, and I see the fire burning deep within, the passion and desperation reflecting back at me. With his glasses removed, his bare face draws me in, and this intimate moment between us allows me to study his face in a way I have previously only dreamed about. Running my fingertips along the contour of his cheekbones, I teasingly drag my finger against his bottom lip. I adore his lips.

“Presley,” he commands my name, owning it as if I belong to him, but then he bites the corner of his lip and softens his gaze. “I want to do this for you.”

Wait, he wants to do it for me?

Rational Presley would punch the Jerk in the face for such a comment!

How dare he turn this around on me, like he is doing me a favor. My body automatically tenses, and my fists curl. That beautiful face of his is about to see stars.

I place my hands against his chest to open the distance between us.

“I just think that—”

Frustratingly, he interrupts me once again. “Don’t think, Presley.”

He’s resting his palm against my cheek, and I lean into it, uncertain how my emotions have so quickly shifted. I’ve longed for the comfort and touch of the man who was inside me. His blood is running through the veins of our unborn child. This intimate moment between us, this simple touch, is the validation I need to allow my body to completely give into him—once again.

The tip of his tongue runs across my bottom lip until it sneaks into my mouth and slowly gains momentum. Soft, sensual swirls heighten the throbs persisting in all the spots that haven’t been touched for a long time. I can’t control the way my body is responding to him, and being pregnant is surprisingly driving my hormones to a level of pure insanity from how much I want him inside me right now.

He knows what he does to me.

I know he knows.

But do I do the same for him?

Moving his palm to the base of my neck, I gasp into his mouth at the sheer intimacy of his touch. His mouth lingers around my chin, moving slightly to his left until he is positioned at the base of my earlobe. The anticipation, his words, they will no doubt destroy me and take me to a place of pure ecstasy that I have never experienced in all my years.

“I want to take this slow. Make every fantasy I’ve had of you come alive.”

My breath hitches, and my body presses against his. His hardness against my thigh is driving me crazy. The fantasy of his cock, pierced and sitting in my mouth, is becoming a reality, and my patience wears thin. My hands move on their own accord, running through his soft hair and scratching down his back, causing him to arch and flex his muscles into my hands. Burying his weak moans into my shoulder, his teeth grip onto my skin with a gentle bite, and his hands lose all sense of control as they travel into the gap of my tank, exposing my breasts.

Even in the dark, his eyes glow fiercely, and the ravaging noises escaping his throat drown with the frantic kisses placed all over my very full breasts. My nipples are hard, and every flick of his tongue drives me to moan louder into his hair as I try to control the way my body is reacting.

“Let yourself go, Presley. Let me have all of you.”

He continues to fondle my breasts, taking turns, not wanting to unfairly leave any part of me unattended. I allow my body to relax, enjoying the attention and new sensations. I shift to the side, and my sudden movement throws him off. Without a word, he searches my face for an explanation.

“The baby… I don’t want to squash the baby.”

Truth be told, I’m terrified of it happening.

Haden appears amused yet continues his mission of having all of me. His hands slowly wander down my torso, caressing the bump in my stomach.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “And mine.”

Trailing kisses down my body, he stops at the top of my boxers and waits, leaving me to do the unthinkable—beg him to go down.

With a playful grin, he tells me, “You don’t play fair, Malone.”

“Who said anything about playing fair?” I smirk, gently tugging his hair.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Simple words that stop me in my tracks. Is he talking about the baby or my feelings? I thought we covered hurting the baby already. Emotionally, I am resilient, or at least that’s the lie Kitty feeds me. This is a pity fuck, a spur-of-the moment-need-to-release-the-tension fuck. We aren’t going to get married and live happily ever after. Physically, I want him to give it all to me.

“You won’t,” I almost beg of him.

Momentarily, his hands slide past the edge of my shorts and into my panties. The low grumbling sound he makes, followed by a deep moan, push him further against my clit until his fingers find their way inside.

I gasp at the pure pleasure of the deep thrusts, moving my body in a slow rhythmic motion, bucking my hips against his hand.

“Hot fucking damn, Malone, you’re completely soaked,” he tells me, thrusting a third finger deep within.

I’m going to explode. I’m just one finger away from gushing all over his hands. In an attempt to control my breathing, I relax my body and enjoy how good it feels until he warns me that he’s about to enter me.

“I need to be inside you now,” he demands, and with a swift and steady drop of his shorts, he commands me to sit on top of him. “I want to see all of you, riding me, hard, till you can’t take it any longer and explode all over my cock.”

I’m quick to jump on top of him as he holds his cock with that shining silver barbell, teasing me before gently sliding it inside me. The fullness of him completes the emptiness that I felt earlier. He moves slowly, gaining momentum as I arch my back, gripping his thighs for support.

His hands trace the base of my neck and follow down my chest and between my full breasts, stopping just shy of my nipples. The anticipation becomes frustrating, so I take control, resting my palm on his and dragging it on top of my nipples.

He moans in delight. “You feel just as I’ve always imagined you… tight, wet… your body craves me to fuck you.”

My head won’t even nod, so possessed by the strong build-up of pressure forming below that I cannot string together my thoughts or words.

He stops, and instantly my eyes flick open, staring widely at him, wanting to know why. This better not be his signature calling card—abandoning women on the brink of an orgasm.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands quietly, running his hands along my thigh. His beautiful eyes stare back at me oddly, and I can only imagine he is riddled with guilt.

I lift his hand and kiss his fingertips. “I want you.”

“Tell me it’s only me that you want to fuck this beautiful pussy of yours.”

“It’s only you.”

My uneven breaths echo throughout the quiet room, and I move against him, only for him to stop me once again.

“Tell me,” he whispers. “Tell me it’s only me that will ever be inside you from this moment on.”

My eyes connect with his, attempting to understand what he’s just demanded of me.

He wants me for the rest of his life. Or am I signing a contract to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?

His eyes show no mercy, fixated on my lips and waiting impatiently for my answer.

This is a heavy question from someone buried inside me, and from someone who’s engaged. Everything we are doing is completely and morally wrong. We are hurting others. We are the driving force in this sick and twisted game, leaving the pawns to hurt and suffer from our indiscretion.

But I don’t care.

I want him.

All of him.

And right now, in this deep and intimate moment, I want only him for the rest of my life.

“It’s only you… you will be the only one ever to be inside me and make me feel this way from this moment on.”

Promises are just promises made to be broken if they are built on lies.

Not wasting any time, he pushes me back as the tip of his pierced cock rubs against my wall. He pulls me forward again, this time fast and steady. I ride him, and just when I know my body is ready to explode, I warn him in a high-pitched breath, “Haden, I’m going to…” Releasing my inhibitions, I scream as the orgasm spreads throughout my whole body, causing me to see only stars in the dark room.

He follows, picking up the pace, holding a deep breath until he releases and cries out, “Fuck!”

Slowing down the pace until I’m at a standstill, my tired body falls onto his, careful of my protruding stomach.

In silence, with him still inside me, we lay together, my head lying against his chest. His heart is beating loud, and I wonder if it beats for me. Maybe only me?

“Presley,” he murmurs, running his hands through my hair.

“Mmm…”

“Presley…”

* * *

I open my eyes, and Haden is sitting on the chair beside the table, dressed in his jeans and a tee. The sunlight is filtering through the sheer white curtains and into the room. I squint my eyes and then open them abruptly.

“We need to leave in an hour, and I’ve already ordered your breakfast.” He moves his attention to his phone, typing without looking at me.

It was just a dream.

Shit!What the hell did my imagination go and do? It made me think Haden would give me the best sex of my life, and worst of all, that he wanted only me, and I was in love with him.

In my awkward and compromising position, I roll toward the other side of the bed which is closer to the bathroom door. I quickly get out and lock the door behind me. Staring in the mirror while I allow the water to run, my body appears flushed, my hair is a tangled wild mess, and my lips look swollen and plump. I have no choice but to take a cold shower to wash off the intense desire I have for him.

It all felt so real.

The way he touched me.

The words he spoke.

I exit the bathroom, dressed and with my hair pulled back into a ponytail. Food sits on the table, and if it weren’t for the baby, I would be out of this room so fast, hungry or not. I eat my toast in silence and follow by polishing off some juice.

“You ready to go?” he asks, a little too politely for my liking.

I simply nod, unable to make conversation.

“Are you okay? You were having a restless sleep.”

I grab my purse and pull my suitcase along. “Just a nightmare.”

“Me, too. Must be the heat in the room.”

“Maybe. Thank God it wasn’t real.”

It’s the last thing I mumble before we exit the room and head back to reality.