Page 111 of Lies and Lullabies
“Why not?”
From my back pocket, I pulled the pregnancy test I’d taken earlier in the afternoon. “I already am.”
First I saw amazement in his eyes, and then sheer joy. “That…” He grabbed me for a kiss. “Is…” I got another one. “Amazing.” And then he began to laugh. “How long have you been sitting on this news?”
“I’m a week late, but I waited to take the test until about an hour ago. I was going to wait until you were here, but the suspense…”
I had to stop talking, because Jonas picked me up and carried me over to the bed. “This doesn’t change my plans for the weekend very much,” he said, running a hand up my bare leg. “We’ll have pregnant sex instead of baby-making sex.” He lifted my T-shirt and began kissing my stomach.
“There’s nothing to see, Jonas. Give it a few months.”
“Shh…” he said. “I’m busy here.”
The wet, open-mouthed kisses on my lower stomach began to have the most glorious effect on me. I shifted my hips on the bed.
“You like that, don’t you?” Jonas whispered. He rolled back the waistband of my shorts, his kisses teasing me with their proximity.
“Jonas…” I whimpered. “Lock the door.”
He disappeared for a few seconds to do just that, and then came back to yank my shorts down my hips, my panties with them. “I needed you before,” he said, kissing his way up the inside of my bare thigh. “But now I’m desperate to celebrate.” Then, with no more preamble, he dropped his wicked mouth to my pussy and kissed me right where it counts.
Sex with Jonas had only gotten better now that we lived together. I let out a loud moan.
“Mmm,” he echoed, the hum of his lips vibrating against me.
“Jonas, I need you,” I begged. “And we don’t have a lot of time.”
Instead of answering, he flattened his tongue between my legs and just held it there.
“Please,” I cried. It had been too long since I’d held him in my arms. And he was still too far away.
But he only teased me with his tongue. “Bossy” he whispered between kisses.
“Hurry,” I urged, writhing with need.
Finally, I heard a zipper give way. And then he crawled up my body, resting his hips against mine. The temptation of having him so close to where I needed him made me flex against the bed. “Kira,” he whispered. “Is it safe to do this?”
Instead of answering, I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him over to the side. Scrambling, I climbed on top as he settled on his back. Then, one knee on either side of him, I leaned down, my hands pressing his forearms against the bed, and impaled myself on him.
The look on his face was a gorgeous mixture of lust and surprise. “Jesus, Kira.”
Usually, I let him take the lead. I’d certainly never thrown him down quite like that and jumped on his erection.
There was no time for embarrassment. Who knew how many minutes we had until someone called us? This ache demanded attention, and the feel of him immobilized beneath me was too beautiful to ignore. With his hands still trapped, I began to move.
“Oh, fuck,” Jonas panted. His eyes were unfocused, his breath sawing in and out. “Fuck, that’s good. And… what is that amazing scent?” He inhaled deeply.
“Lilacs,” I breathed. There was a hedge right outside the window, and the room was heavy with their perfume. We were making love in Maine, the breeze tickling the window curtains. Right where it all began…
I shifted on his body, stirring my hips against his. There had never been a more beautiful moment in my life. Or maybe they were all beautiful. My soul was too crowded with pleasure to know for sure.
Jonas’s wrists jerked as he struggled to lift his torso, angling for a better look at my body. But I kept a tight grip on his arms. The smile on his face told me exactly how much he enjoyed this. I quickened my rhythm, watching his face until his head flopped back with abandon. “Use me, sweetness. Just like that.” Tightening his jaw, he punched his hips against me.
And then I couldn’t hold off any longer. “Oh,” I moaned. It was coming. And it was going to be good.
Jonas chose that moment to overpower me, slipping his wrists free, grabbing my shoulders, tugging me down onto his body. “Mouth, baby,” he demanded.
I dropped onto him for a wet, sliding kiss that brought me right over the edge. His hips jerked beneath me, and then our moans slid together, winding around our tangled tongues, riding out our bliss until there was nothing left but rapid breathing.
