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“Got it, baby. Tell me if it’s too much.”

My head tilts back and my eyes close. “Mm. It’s perfect. When you speed up your thrusts, mm, yes like that.” I heave in abreath. “Your thumb will follow the up down motion. Just make sure you don’t press too hard.”

Some women like it fast, others slow. Some like it hard and others can’t stand barely more than a graze over the hood. I don’t bother telling him what other women may like. He can figure that out ifwhenthe time comes. Right now the only person I care about him pleasing is me. Any other woman can fuck all the way off. Aiden’smine.

My eyes fly open to find him studying my face. His brow creases at my expression. His hand holding mine squeezes my fingers.

For now. He’s mine for now.

Aiden runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “This good?”

“So good.”

He kisses me. Our bodies move together as his confidence grows. Praise falls from my lips. The muscles in his back ripple beneath my palm. “Keep going. Just like that. You’re going to make me come.”

Hot, wet lips trail down my jaw, my neck. He finds a nipple and laves his tongue over the tight tip. A jolt of arousal sizzles straight to my clit. When he drags his teeth over it, a high-pitched whimper falls from my mouth.

“Need you, Isla. Need you to get there with me.”

“I’m going… I’m going to.”

“Now, baby girl. Need you messy on my cock.”

He circles my clit, and a quick up-down strum has me splintering apart, my mind blanking with a white, hazy bliss. My pussy pulses around him, squeezing him, and a second later, I feel him swell.

“Fuck!” With a gritty shout, he shoves deep and comes. The hand in mine squeezes tight, gripping my fingers like a lifeline. His neck strains before his head falls forward onto my chest. The steady pulse of his cock sends me rippling with aftershocks.

Lifting his chin reveals strands of hair sticking to his sweat-dampened forehead. I push them off. He lays an open-mouthed kiss along my breastbone.

“Is it too late for that love declaration? Because that just rocked my world.”

Ruined vocal cords make my laugh husky. “Save it for someone worthy, lover.”

“That was real sex, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well if that was practice sex, real sex might just kill me.” He collapses against my chest, keeping just enough weight on his elbows to not crush me or the baby.

“That was real sex, Aiden.” I stroke my fingers through his hair.

There’s nothing fake about what just happened.

That was definitely real.

20

Isla

Steam billowsout behind me from the bath. Cool air hits my ankles as I step out into the hall with only a towel wrapped tight across my breasts. Not that it matters after what we just finished. I’d prance around naked if the air wasn’t so chilly. I’m afraid my nipples might fall off if I drop this towel.

The door at the end of the hall is ajar, a gold light streaming out from the crack. The smile on my face freezes the second I step over the threshold, and it has nothing to do with how delicious Aiden looks lying in his bed. He has his left arm cocked, the bicep a tight ball and the back of his head resting on his hand in the pillows. The light gray duvet is bunched low on his hips. His adonis belt draws my attention for only a moment before I return my gaze to what’s in his hand.

My mouth dries suddenly because he’s reading one of my baby books. By the amount of pages in each hand, he’s been reading it for a while.

“Hey, how was your bath?” He smiles softly and tosses a bookmark into the crease.

“How long have you been reading that?” I climb onto my knees atop the bed, the knot of the towel secure in my fist.

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