Page 25 of My Reluctant Valentine

“I was,” she assured me.

I leaned down, taking one hard nipple in my mouth, sucking it deep inside. I continued to touch her, drawing out those delightful groans I’d come to adore. “Do you want me inside you, Ella?”

“Yes, I want you to—” I stopped her words with a kiss.

“Say it, baby, I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you to fuck me, Cole.” She grabbed my dick. “I want you. To fuck me. With this big, hard cock.” Each word was punctuated with a hard squeeze followed by a long, tight stroke. I realized suddenly that the student had become the teacher.

The sight of her beneath me made my chest ache. This woman had changed everything, made me want things I never thought I’d have.

“A baby,” she whispered as I pressed kisses to her belly. The wonder in her voice matched the feeling expanding in my chest. My child. Our child.

“At this stage of development—”

“Ella.”

“Yes?”

“No medical terms when I’m trying to celebrate knocking you up.”

Her laugh was pure joy. My hand splayed possessively over her stomach. The primitive satisfaction of knowing I’d put a baby in her warred with the tenderness that threatened to overwhelm me.

“I wonder what the nurses have to say about pregnancy sex,” she teased, pulling me up for a kiss.

“Those nurses are still a menace.” But I was already pressing against her entrance, need building as she wrapped those curves around me. “But they were right about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“How fucking perfect you are.” I slid inside her, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch as I watched the way her lashes fluttered, her mouth parting on a soft gasp. She clenched around me, and I groaned, burying myself to the hilt. The way she responded to me made me feel invincible. I moved with restraint at first, rolling my hips in a steady, unhurried rhythm, letting her feel every deep stroke. Her fingers traced my back, nails pressing just enough to make me shiver. The little sounds she made, those sweet, needy whimpers, had me teetering on the edge of control. Then, I flipped us, guiding her to straddle me, her thighs spread wide over my hips.

“We might as well get use to this position,” I murmured as I gripped her hips, holding her steady as I thrust up into her.

She threw her head back, her hair tumbling down her back as she moved, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual grind that had my breath hitching. My hands slid over her belly, then up, cupping her full, sensitive breasts. I leaned forward, drawing one stiff peak into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it until she gasped my name.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmured, voice rough with need. “Ride me, just like that.”

She braced her hands on my shoulders, her pace shifting, faster now, desperate. Our bodies slammed together, skin slick with heat and need. I slipped a hand between us, circling her swollen clit with my thumb, and she shattered—her body clamping down around me as she came with a cry. It wasthe sweetest sound, my woman finding her release with me pounding inside her.

And that was all it took. I thrust up hard, burying myself deep as pleasure slammed through me, my release spilling into her. I held her tight as she trembled, her body still pulsing around mine. I eased her down onto my chest, still buried inside her, unwilling to break the connection just yet. She groaned at the sensation. “Give me a minute, baby.”

“Okay.” she murmured sleepily. “But statistically speaking...”

I pressed a kiss to her hair. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

She gave a drowsy giggle and cuddled closer. “You do?”

“Yeah, I do.”

I rolled us on to our sides, hooking her leg over mine as I seated myself deep inside her. Her eyes widened. “I don’t think it’s been sixty seconds.”

“Really?” I rocked against her, letting her know for certain how ready I was to love her again. “Maybe you should do a little more research on recovery times, little doctor.”

She grinned back at me. “Maybe I should. It should only take, say the next fifty years before I can draw a definitive conclusion.”

I silenced her with a kiss, swallowing the last of her laughter, letting the slow burn between us ignite once again. Listening to her explain our physical reactions to each other had become my favorite pastime. That and what always came after.

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