Shatter (True Believers #4)(36)
Author: Erin McCarthy

“It is real,” she said, with complete confidence.

That was all I needed to hear. I had her shirt and my shirt off in about thirty seconds. “If anything hurts just tell me to stop.”

She laughed breathlessly, her hair sticking up a little from where I had yanked her sweater. “I’m not a virgin. Obviously.”

“But things might be . . . tender.” I brushed my mouth across the satin-smooth curves that her bra couldn’t even come close to containing. I sucked the flesh. She gave me a soft moan of approval.

“I’ll tell you if it does,” she said. “But I feel more achy than tender. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” Her hips lifted in invitation to accompany her words.

And that would be the sound of all my blood going south and my brain atrophying instantly. Holy f**king shit. Could she be any hotter?

“I had planned to take this slow, but maybe I shouldn’t.” Even as I spoke I was stripping my jeans off.

Given that she was wiggling out of her own jeans, she seemed to agree. “I promise when the morning sickness is totally gone I’ll give you head,” she said, breathless, br**sts jiggling enticingly as she worked the pants down.

And she did it again. Rendered me a complete drooling idiot with her words. “You’re not required to give me head,” I said, voice gruff as I threw both our jeans off the bed. “You can if you want at some point, but only ever do what you want. Do you understand me? Seriously.” I didn’t want her to feel obligated to suck me or anything else.

For a second, her eyes shuttered and I remembered that her ass**le ex had cheated on her. Did she doubt her ability to hold a guy’s interest? That was insane. Beyond insane. Incomprehensible.

I would just have to prove to her that if I was with her, I was never going to be tempted to stray. “How’s my beard?” I asked, because it was clear the conversation made her uncomfortable.

She giggled. “The longest yet, I think.”

“See what you do to me? You make me a beast.” I rubbed my chin lightly over her shoulder and chest.

“That tickles.”

I slipped my hand inside her panties and stroked her. “How about that? Does that tickle?”

“I’m not laughing, so what do you think?”

“I think you’re already wet, that’s what I think.” She had also clearly not been shaving. She had wispy hair that I gave a playful tug to.

But she was instantly apologizing. “Sorry, I should have shaved. But grooming is so much work and I’ve been so tired . . . I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care, seriously. Either way is fine with me.” I absolutely meant that. “All I care about is access, I don’t worry about the finer details. It’s your business, not mine.”

“Really?” She arched up to meet my touch, push my finger deeper. “I’m not sure I should believe you.”

“Then just let me show you.” She started to speak, but I put my finger on her mouth. “Shh. Just let me make love to you, Kylie.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. I was next to her but our bodies weren’t touching except for my thumb sliding across her clitoris. I moved my hand so that I could roll her onto me, our skin touching from toe to tip. “This okay? You’re not dizzy?”

“It’s fine. Actually, it’s more than fine.”

I would agree with that assessment. Her body was warm and smooth, her ass high and tight as I ran my hands over it. She put her hands on either side of my head to kiss me, her hair surrounding me, a soft golden curtain cocooning us. When she kissed me it wasn’t just a couple of mouths mashing together. There was an odd vulnerability about her, like she was waiting for the sincerity between us to evaporate, for something different, something I couldn’t even fathom. Her arms trembled a little from holding herself up and her eyes were glassy, filled with passion and a certain shyness.

She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever been in bed with and I traced her cheek, her nose, her lips, brushing my palm across her long eyelashes. “I hope our baby looks like you. You’re so pretty.”

“If she has your brain, she’ll rule the world.”

“We complement each other, you know,” I told her, kissing her softly. “We’re a good fit.”

She sighed in anticipation as I moved my hands down and lifted her waist up, angling her hips.

“Do you like to be on top?” I asked her, teasing between her legs with my fingers. She shifted anxiously.

“It’s my favorite.”

“The birthday girl should definitely get her favorite.”

I moved my hand so that I could push inside her and we both groaned. Yeah. No condom was better. No question about it.

“I’m so glad I’m pregnant,” she breathed.

“What? Why?” I lay there for a second, just feeling the tight squeeze of her moist passage around me. Hot thick saliva was in my mouth and I gripped her waist tightly, urging her to sit up so I could see her moving on me.

“Because we don’t have to use condoms, silly.”

“Totally worth it,” I told her solemnly, and as she started to rock up and down on me, I basically believed it. Damn. That was amazing.

The view was stellar as she started to find her rhythm, hands on my chest, her br**sts heavy and full as they rocked with her body. I reached up and skimmed my hands over her ni**les as she bit her lip in pleasure, hair swinging forward. I could see my c**k disappearing into her each time she pumped her hips and I watched it intently, fascinated and aroused and seriously, crazy infatuated with her. I wanted to stay in that little room, with her, forever. I would survive on sex, I was sure it was possible.

Sex and love.

I was starting to fall in love with her. It was the way she looked at me, so sensual, yet guileless, and like she thought I was really something very impressive. Like she was a little in awe of me. I wanted to be worthy of that.

It wasn’t possible to fall in love with someone you didn’t know all that well.

But then again, she was no longer a stranger.

And it was easy to fall for someone who embraced such a huge responsibility and change with a smile. Who was so genuinely kind, sweet.

Chemistry was about reactions and that first night we’d met, she had responded to my scent, and here we were. Having the best sex ever. And a baby.

“Oh, Jonathon,” she breathed, her skin dewy, her clavicle area a deep pink from heat and arousal. Goose bumps rose on her skin as she moved, arching her back, hands buried in her hair. She was going freestyle. I loved it.