Page 23 of Dangers of Love

When I felt her move, I opened my eyes to find her down on her knees, her lips parting to take the tip into her mouth. She slowly worked her hand and lips around and over, finding the perfect balance of enough but not too much. Her other hand moved to my balls, tugging on them, rolling them. Each sensation built on the next, and pleasure traveled through me, filling every cell with that white-hot pleasure that promised to completely eliminate any and all thoughts.

“Aline,” I growled out the warning, but she didn’t let up. Instead, she took me deeper, sucked harder, and I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed each drop, looking up at me through my lashes as she did it, which only made it that much hotter.

As soon as my brain started working again, I reached down and pulled her to her feet. My mouth crashed into hers, and I pushed my tongue between her lips, tasting myself but not caring. If anything, it just made me more determined to give her as much pleasure as she’d given me.

I moved her against the wall, my hands on her breasts, between her legs. She squirmed as I slid a finger between her lips, finding her clit already swollen, her pussy wet. With rough, deliberate movements, I brought her quickly, swallowing her screams as she came.

Finally, as her jerks and shivers stopped, I broke the kiss and put my lips next to her ear.

“I have a few ideas of how we can pass the time while you keep and eye on me.” I took her earlobe between my teeth and tugged on it. “Are you game?”

She took a shaky breath before answering with a firm, “Yes, please.”

Fourteen

Aline

This wasn’t my bed,but it also wasn’t the one I’d been sleeping on in Martina’s guest room either. This mattress was much nicer, but the biggest clue was that I wasn’t in bed alone.

I smiled even before I opened my eyes, anticipating what I’d see next to me. Six feet, six inches of leanly muscled goodness. He was self-conscious of the scars on his torso, but I saw them as proof of his bravery, his selflessness.

He’d earned each and every one of them, along with the one that ran down his left cheek, from his temple to just under his mouth. From his behavior and things he’d said, he definitely saw himself in abeforeandafterway, but I’d only ever known him like this. My physical attraction to him wasn’t despite his scars or because of them. It was simply him.

When I looked at him, my heart gave a funny skip. His rust-colored hair was a mess, and I found myself brushing it back from his face, enjoying the feel of the soft strands. While I had no doubt that he had nightmares about the things he had been through, right now, he looked peaceful.

Without warning, my stomach lurched, and I scrambled out of bed. My hand over my mouth, I barely made it to the bathroom. It wasn’t until the retching subsided that I realized Eoin was next to me, his expression saying that he wanted to help but didn’t know how.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, closing my eyes for a moment. It was time to talk about that phone call.

“It can’t be the room service,” he said. “I ate the same thing you did.”

The sound of water had me opening my eyes, and Eoin held out a cup. I took it gratefully and rinsed my mouth.

“Let me clean up,” I said as I managed to get to my feet. “I’ll be out in a few minutes and we can talk.”

He looked confused but didn’t argue. Instead, he did as I asked, even closing the door behind him. I appreciated the consideration because I did want some privacy, not only so that I could brush my teeth and wash my face but so that I could pull myself together enough for what I needed to do.

Once I was as composed as I knew I would ever get, I went back into the main room where a fully dressed Eoin was sitting at the table. I appreciated his having dressed. This wasn’t the sort of conversation I wanted to have with either of us naked or even partially so.

I sat across from him, hiding my hands under the table so he couldn’t see how I was twisting my fingers together. If I could continue to appear collected and calm, maybe he wouldn’t realize what a nervous wreck I was.

How upset I was about how irresponsible I’d been.

“Yesterday, you texted me to say that you were leaving town for a job and that you’d reach out to me to let me know your schedule. When I received that text, I was in a pharmacy. And when I called you, it was because I had something, I needed to tell you before you became unreachable for an unknown amount of time.” I forced myself to meet his eyes. Out of all the emotions roiling through me, not one of them was shame. “I took a pregnancy test, and it was positive.”

He leaned back in his chair, stunned. I had a feeling that, if he had been standing, he would’ve fallen. My stomach was in knots as I waited for him to say something.

I wasn’t going to rush him or get mad that he didn’t instantly have a response. Even if I’d given him this kind of news without everything he’d just been through, it would have been unfair of me to expect him to process instantly and give me the reaction I wanted.

Especially since I didn’t really knowwhatI wanted him to say or do.

Nearly two full minutes passed before he finally spoke. “I thought you said you had an IUD.”

Not where I’d hoped his first thought would go, but at least a logical one. “I do.” I blew out a breath. “When I got home after…I was supposed to make an appointment with my doctor, but I’d forgotten until yesterday morning after I threw up. When I called Dr. Rhimes and told her everything, she said she couldn’t get me in until tomorrow morning. And then she said that I should get a pregnancy test because it was a possibility.”

“A possibility? So the test could have been a false positive?”

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