Page 14 of Come Alive
Reaching between them, he tugged up his shirt and dropped it to the ground behind them.
When he twisted back to her, her mouth was agape.
“What is this?”
Mateo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “A bee.”
Leaning back on his lap, her fingers came up to gently trace the bee before moving a bit lower. “And my name?”
“Yes,” Mateo agreed. He was unsure of her reaction, but he didn’t regret the decision. “You are going to be the mother of my child.”
Surprising him, Yara punched him on his shoulder.
He chuckled as she made impact. He would need to teach her how to keep a better form if she were ever going to do any real damage.
“You wouldn’t have known I was pregnant when you got this!”
He shrugged his shoulders. “You are going to be the mother of my child. I knew that before I found out you were pregnant. Obviously, I would never have pressured you, but I hoped you would be open to it one day.” Mateo wanted more than anything to have a miniature version of Yara to dote on, to create the family he had never had. And he knew with certainty, Yara was his future.
He wasn’t sure what he expected Yara to do next, but it wasn’t to whip off her own shirt. The long sleeve had covered most of her skin, and now with it gone, Mateo was entranced with the sight of her. Of her pale arms, the scars scattered across them that painted a picture of a strong woman. Of her breasts rising with each of her breaths, her nipples already hardened into points.
She was ethereal. A whispered promise in the dark. A steady stream in a dessert.
A home he had never known but always wanted.
“You are transcendental,” he told her. Mateo would work through his own shortcomings if it meant replacing the evil words that clouded her mind. “The first time I saw you, it broke my own reality and rewrote it. You gave mehope.Apurpose.”
His hands came up on their own, tracing her bare skin. Goosebumps raising in his wake. He enjoyed the way he couldsee the immediate reaction she had to him. Loved the way she fit on him.
The plane shook a bit, and she fell forward. Her chest landing against his. He grumbled, rocking up into her. They had been playing a dangerous game since she threw herself at him. And his self-control was wearing thin.
“Yara,mija,you need to get off my lap if you don’t want more. At least until I can get myself under control.”
“No.” She nibbled on his ear. “Distract me.”
Desire shot through him. He wasn’t going to argue or fight her on this. He wanted more than anything to sink into her again. He hadn’t minded Kazi interrupting last time, but to have her all to himself?
He raised an eyebrow as her fingers extended down, brushing across his jeans. He contained a groan as even through the thick material he felt her.
“These don’t seem comfortable.” And then she was masterfully unbuttoning, unzipping, and releasing him.
He let out his breath through clenched teeth as she didn’t stop there. Her soft fingertips tugging him out through his boxers, tracing the head of his dick, a line down his shaft.
His hands found their way to the armrests, digging into the leather, as he willed himself not to cum before he was even inside of her.
How am I already this close?
Before Yara, he hadn’t been with a woman…in a long fucking time. And he had nearly no urge tofinish himself off. But then Yara came along, and now he was practically insatiable—ready to cum from just the fucking sight of her. The sound of her voice alone sent shockwaves straight to his—
Yara shifted above him, catching his attention. She rid herself of her pants, kicking them off onto the ground before hovering over him.
“Let me take mine—”
She fell onto him, and Mateo choked on his words.
She wedged her knees on either side of him on the chair and grabbed hold of his shoulders as she bounced herself up and down on him. He could feel as the scratchy jeans caught between them, and he wanted more than anything to free himself of them, but he allowed her to do as she wished.
Enjoying every desire-filled instant of her coating him.
