Page 63 of One Pucking Heart

“Go for it.” She steps into the passenger side of our convertible golf cart.

This place is huge with gorgeous scenery. On our drive last night, we saw a herd of deer and got pretty close to them before they ran off.

We drive along the pebblestone pathways for a while. The night is warm with a cool breeze. Elena scoots over to get closer to me.

“This is a good spot,” she says.

I stop in front of a small cottage-styled home that is part of the property. We could’ve stayed here, but we wanted to be close to our family and friends, and this place is quite secluded, located a five-minute golf cart drive away from the larger mansions.

Elena threads her fingers through mine, and I hold her hand as she steps out of the cart and onto the grass. The bright full moon casts a glow onto everything.

“This place is really cute,” she says as we walk around the blue cottage.

I step around a patch of wildflowers that have found a home along the path. “I guess it’s for the guests that want more quaint lodging.”

Behind the cottage is a pool, a fraction of the size of the others.

Elena tugs on my arm. “Let’s go for a moonlit swim. Just the two of us.”

I raise my eyebrows, my lips forming into a sly smile. “Well, that sounds very honeymoonish of us, doesn’t it?”

Since Elena used this week as a reason to celebrate our marriage, we’ve jokingly considered many honeymoon activities, especially those I may not want to do right now. Like earlier when I was kicking ass in a game of one-on-one basketball with J-man, and she needed her feet rubbed. Honeymoon or not, I’d do anything she asked because she is my queen, and I love her beyond measure. Add in the fact that she’s carrying my child, and it propels her to goddess level.

Standing to the side of the pool, I hold her hands between us as we tilt our heads back and look up at the dark sky full of stars and the bright moon.

“Only one more day,” I say.

She sighs. “I know. I’ve had the best time. I love everyone here. I’m glad we were able to do this.”

“Yeah, me too. You were right, it’s been very special. I love that my parents are here and Ari. It’s good for everyone to spend this time together.”

“You know, next bye week, we’re going to have a six- to seven-month-old.” She squeezes my hands.

I chuckle. “I still can’t believe it. I can’t wait.”

“Oh, you can wait.” She holds back a laugh. “Come June, sleep will never be the same.”

“It’ll be worth it, though,” I say.

“Yeah, it will.”

We meet in the middle, our lips come together, and I revel in this kiss. I’m obsessed with kissing this woman. I lose track of time as we kiss, but suddenly, kissing her isn’t enough. I need more. I have to touch her. With the way she rubs herself against my body, I know that she wants me, too. She needs it as much as I do, especially with all the pregnancy hormones racing through her body. Elena and I have always had amazing chemistry, but now, somehow, it’s even better.

We are two of the same. Our wants are desperate, and our needs overpower all self-control while our lust screams the loudest.

I lift the bottom hem of her swim coverup. My hand slides underneath the fabric, finding its way to her bikini top. I run my finger under the curve of the wire. She moans into my mouth, pushing her pelvis into my leg, begging me to continue. I put my hand underneath the wire and push the fabric up until I can feel the weight of her softness in my hand. I run my thumb along the taut nipple before pulling and teasing it between my fingers. She squirms against me.

Our lips continue their assault on one another as my hand moves to the other side and repeats my movements. After I’ve paid equal attention to both of her breasts, my hand roams down her smooth belly to the elastic of her swim bottom. I run my fingers along the waistband, feeling the excited tremor of her skin.

I break our kiss and find her stare. Her eyes are hooded, her lips swollen, her hair tousled and sexy. God, my wife is gorgeous.

With one hand, I push down her bikini bottoms enough to grant me access. I slide my hand underneath the fabric, and she closes her eyes with a soft moan, her head falling back between her shoulder blades. I push two fingers into her entrance, taking pleasure in the warmth that wraps around me. I drop my head to her neck and breathe her delicate skin in as my hand moves. She grasps my arm and back, digging her fingers into my skin. Quiet whimpers come from her lips.

I drag my lips up and down her neck, kissing and sucking, unable to keep from tasting her. My fingers continue to savor her as the palm of my hand moves against her sensitive skin.

Writhing against me, she bites her lip, attempting to hold in her groans of pleasure.

“Oh God,” she whispers into the night air. “Please, Beck, please.”

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