Page 47 of Rejected Pregnant Mate

I chuckled. "Oh, now you can't deny I made you feel good last time at the coffee shop. Hell, you were basically climbing me like a tree by the time the night was over."

She looked away, her damp hair curling around her face. "You don't have to remind me. It's embarrassing that I lost control like that."

Wait. Embarrassed? That couldn't be right. That night had been the hottest sex I'd ever had, Nayeli letting loose and feasting on the pleasure between us, unafraid to take what she wanted from me. "Nayeli, no. You have no reason—"

"Don't I?" She asked. "I was literally begging the man who rejected me to fuck me. I know it was just physical, but still..."

She was wrong. It was a lot more than just physical. I'd felt things for her that night that I thought I'd never be able to feel in my entire life. And those feelings hadn't gone away afterwards. If anything, they were even stronger.

"I was starving to have you that night, Nayeli. Everything you did was incredible."

She shook her head, but didn't say anything. I had to find a way to distract her, get her mind off things. I was the one who'd caused this whole chain reaction of events, and it was my responsibility to fix it.

I grabbed the shampoo, squirting some onto my hands before rubbing them together and massaging the silky substance into her scalp.

"This is unnecessary," she protested, though her eyes were closed and her mouth parted in pleasure. "I can do this myself."

"Hush," I told her, gently. "I like to do it."

She groaned, and the sound vibrated through my body. Fuck, I loved taking care of her. And now that we were mated, I was getting to do it every single day. I knew it would take time to show her how much I cared about her, but I was willing to wait.

"It's a little bit unfair, you know," she muttered, eyes closed in pleasure as I scratched my nails over her scalp. "What if I wanted to return the favor?"

I grinned wickedly, cupping my hands to rinse the last of the shampoo from her locks. "I was hoping you'd say that. Scoot over."

Chapter 19 - Nayeli

Scott had touched me so much that every inch of my skin was vibrating with it. I knew we'd reached the point of no return when he stripped himself naked and climbed into the jacuzzi tub with me, but I was too far gone by that point to care.

Wordlessly, I took the washcloth from him, soaped it up, and leaned forward to wash him. I planted one open palm on his broad chest for balance, raising up on my knees to reach him.

His muscles flexed, and his breath caught when I slid the cloth across his chest.

"Is that nice?" I murmured.

He chuckled. "More than you can imagine. Keep going."

"So demanding." I laughed, moving the washcloth down his torso. His abs clenched under my touch, and the sight of his erection had me licking my lips. He was beautiful.

I washed his legs, moving up slowly, until I reached his cock. Letting the washcloth float away, I took his length in my hand and began to work it while Scott placed a hand on my hip to keep me steady.

"Fuck," he rasped.

My pussy clenched, and a fresh rush of wetness dripped down my thighs. He looked so good, his head thrown back in ecstasy as I stroked him. His body was hard, his skin flushed. I didn't stop touching him until he was on the verge of coming.

He spent the entire time telling me how beautiful I was, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. He cupped my breasts, squeezing gently. His hands moved lower, caressing my belly, not stopping until he cupped my pussy.

"Do you know how much I love your curves? These gorgeous tits and your round ass, all for me to explore. God, you're perfect."

The way he said it, his eyes heated, made me believe it.

When he was about to break, to come from my hand on him, he grabbed my wrist to hold me still. My pussy was empty and aching, and it would only take the smallest adjustment to straddle him and take him inside me.

"Nayeli," he growled. "If you want me, you can have me. Just tell me. Say yes."

"Yes," I whispered.

He didn't make me wait. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap, impaling me on his cock. Finally, finally, I was full. We both let out groans of pleasure, and I started to ride him, water sloshing at the sides of the tub. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and brought me closer, his mouth covering mine.

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