Page 62 of Wrapped Around My Heart
“Ah, so that’s why your Pokémon cards are on the dining room table.”
“Glad you’re finally catching up, baby.” I wink at her reflection.
Her teasing smile falls slightly, transforming into a more effervescent one.
“You don’t have to play a long haul move anymore. You know that, right?”
“Of course.” I nod seriously but crack a smirk as my hand finds the bottom of the baby bump. “It’s way too late for you to get rid of me now.”
Ari doesn’t laugh like I expected her to. Instead, she places her hand over mine on her stomach.
“Dean,” she says. The seriousness in her tone makes my back straighten. On instinct, I pull her closer, sealing her back to my chest. Arianna holds my stare through our reflections and my heart feels like it’s going to leap out through my throat. “I love you.”
Those three words feel as if they were aimed at the center of my chest. Spearing their way beneath my skin until they’re burrowed into every fiber of my being. With every pump of my heart, her words echo.
I love you.Thump.I love you. Thump.I love you.Thump.
Keeping my hand beneath hers over the bump, I reach my free hand up and tangle my fingers into her hair, using the grip to angle her head back so that I can kiss her.
Ari melts back into me, and her words continue to beat through my mind.
Slipping my hand down her stomach, her palm staying on top of mine, but she doesn’t stop me from reaching the hem of the shirt and pushing it up.
“We don’t have that much time,” she mumbles against my lips. She’s right. The whole reason I came in here was to make sure she’d be ready to leave in thirty minutes.
But there’s no way in hell I’m walking out of here after hearing those beautiful words. I keep her head in place while trailing kisses along her jaw.
“Then we better be quick, Freckles. This is the second time I’ve had you pressed up against a bathroom counter, and I’m not getting talked out of bending you over it this time.”
Arianna moans in approval and my fingers slide beneath the shirt, finding her bare pussy. Nipping her ear, I bite back a groan as I slip through the arousal already spilling from her.
“Especially now that I know you’ve been walking around without underwear on while wearing my shirt.” I glide easily through her warm cunt.
With my hold in her hair, I pull her mouth back to mine for one more kiss while slowly working two digits into her. When I break away, we’re both panting. Her face is flushed, and the green of her eyes is barely visible thanks to her blown pupils.
“Bend over, Freckles. Arms on the counter,” I demand in a gravelly voice that doesn’t quite sound like my own. The last time I felt this way, or at least close to it, was when I got her pregnant.
My fingers slide from her hair, and I waste no time in removing my clothes, never looking away from Ari.
She bends over so beautifully, jutting her ass out toward me in a tempting offer. The shirt rides up, revealing her perfect round cheeks and giving me a glimpse of her pussy. A war rages in my chest, the need to fall to my knees behind her and worship every inch until she comes on my tongue before I take her but knowing we don’t have time.
As if reading my mind, she catches my attention in the mirror.
“Better be quick, or you’ll be the one explaining to everyone why you’re late for the most important game of the season,” she taunts, wiggling her ass.
With one hand on her hip, I line my aching cock up at her entrance, dragging the tip up and down to coat myself in her arousal before pushing in slightly. My eyes are glued to where the head of my dick disappears, and I almost slam into her when she clenches around me.
Swallowing thickly, I move to hold her steady with both hands before looking up in the mirror, only to find her already watching me.
“Say it again,” I plead, voice raspy and desperate, but I don’t give a shit.
“I love you.”
I slide into her effortlessly, eyes locked with hers as I slam all the way in until her ass is nestled perfectly against my pelvis. Slowly, I withdraw, my jaw clenched and my breathing labored as I pull back until only an inch remains once more.
“Again.”
“I love you.” She supplies without question, and I thrust back into her. Each time I plunge back inside her, Ari repeats the words. Wantonly. Desperately. As if she needs to hear them just as much as I do.
