Page 92 of Reclaimed

“It’s the baby.” The excitement coursing through me chases away the remnants of sleep. “I think he’s kicking.”

Aiden presses a soft kiss against my bare shoulder, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin. I feel him smile there. “You felt him?”

“I think so. It woke me up.” I move his hand around like it’s a stethoscope chasing a heartbeat. “Can you feel anything?”

Seconds tick by in silence while he feels. “No. I can’t feel anything. But if this is only the first time you’ve felt it, it might still be awhile until I can. He’s still so tiny. He’s only the size of a banana.”

Ignoring him, I push his hand harder against my lower stomach. “Still no?”

“Mm, no. But I love where this is going, starshine. Push me just a little bit lower.” His gritty voice is filled with humor and warmth as he kisses a trail from my shoulder to my neck.

“Like this?” I slide the tips of his fingers into the elastic band of my underwear. His rough callouses send electricity through me. Opening his mouth, his teeth graze the skin at the edge of my jaw.

“That’s good, Isla. I can take it from here.” His hand beneath mine becomes a forearm as he advances further into my underwear. His middle finger runs south along the crease, pressing until he splits me open. “So wet this morning.”

“I’m wet every morning I wake up beside you.”

“I know,” he murmurs huskily in my ear. The warm breath accompanying his words sends a shiver down my spine. “You’re always ready for me to fuck you.”

The pillow cradles my head as I tip back at his confident touch. He sucks my neck, slipping his middle finger inside of me. I clench at the intrusion. At the blissful heat pooling deep in my pelvis.

He gathers some of the wetness and smears it over my clit.

“I love the way your fingers feel, Aiden.” They’re thick and strong. The ministrations skillful and sure.

His knee cocks beside me, and I lose his fingers as he shifts my leg over his, spreading me and holding me open. His chin rests on my shoulder as his gaze pins on the place his fingers disappear again between my thighs. “Like this?” he growls in my ear. The guttural sound sends a tremor racing through my limbs.He drives two fingers deep, curling to touch the spot that makes me pant, and his thumb swipes my clit.

“Yes, there,” I croon, clenching the pillow beneath my head.

“Do you want my cock?

My hips jerk, lifting, pressing back against his lap.

“Say it, Isla,” he orders. The soft cotton of his sleep pants rubs against my bare ass cheek as he drags them down his thighs. “Tell me you want my cock, baby,” he nearly begs, his voice that needy desperation that only turns me on more. He wants the pleasure only I’ve ever given him.

“Be a good boy, Aiden, and give me your cock.”

“Fuck!” he swears harshly, yanking my underwear to the side, baring me to him. “You don’t know what you fucking to do me. You make me crazy, baby.”

I whimper at the loss of his fingers. He smears the wetness on my thigh as he wraps his arm around my leg. Yanking me higher, closer, tighter against him, his tip bobs against my pussy.

“Put me in you, woman.”

Curling my fingers around his shaft, he pulses against my palm. I run his thick tip through my wetness. He growls and gasps as I use him to circle my clit. “Isla,” he grunts.

My eyes fall shut as I repeat the process, dipping him in half an inch before teasing my clit again.

“Isla, fucking hell. Stop teasing me, baby. I’m going to blow in your hand.” His desperation makes me throb. His hips flex against my ass as he thrusts in my hand, reminding me I’m the one with all the control.

He kisses up my leg, begging me between each one. “Please.”Kiss.“I need you.”Kiss.

I take mercy and notch him at my opening.

“Thank you,” he grunts, and in one slow thrust, he sinks home.

We groan together at the intrusion, the steady stretch and glide of his cock against my walls. He pauses once I’m full.

“So perfect. Like you were made for me.”

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