Chapter Fourteen
Following a shared bath, they enjoyed macaroni and cheese by the fireplace, Liberty, clad in her new robe that Wyler had found for her, and he in his jeans. They found comfort in each other's embrace on the bear skin rug. The popping and crackling of the fire lulled them.
"I enjoy this," he expressed.
"And I enjoy it as well.” She played with the crisp tuft of hair on his chest.
He lowered his mouth and kissed her, tasting heaven and vanilla icing from the cake he’d picked up to satisfy the sweet tooth she’d developed. She was heaven, all wrapped up in a body that begged for sin.
He rolled her back onto the soft rug, and he opened the robe, leaning slightly to admire her. He journeyed his gaze from her blushing pink nipples to the slight slope of her belly to the bare center of her thighs.
He slowed his approach because after their bath together he was eager to go.
“You’re beautiful.” The words slipped off his lips on an exhale of breath.
“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” She flashed that grin, the one full of mischief.
With his own smile, he slipped out of his jeans, tossing them over his shoulder. The way her eyes lit, and that fucking playful smile, his dick got so hard it smacked against his stomach.
“I can’t wait to dip my tongue into you.” He brushed the backs of his knuckles down the valley between her breasts, over her stomach and to the mound. He spread her legs and inhaled the arousal that teased his senses into overdrive. Every worry and thought were pushed out of his mind as he lowered his mouth to lick and suckle until she bucked against his face. Soon he felt her spasm and shudder through her first orgasm, but a good lover never stopped there. The more she came he knew the sweeter the cream. All he could think was how he wanted to hear his name called out from her parted lips.
It wasn’t enough that he could make her come with his mouth. He wanted every part of her. Not just physically but heart and soul. By the time he was done with her, he swore that Liberty Rose would belong to him…forever.
*****
Liberty’s mind was a vortex of thoughts and emotions.
She took in every sensation flowing through her, overwhelmed with each drive and lick of his skilled tongue. Like a ladder, he pushed and drove her up and up each rung toward the peak of release. The first orgasm had been amazing, but the second…was a doozy. It stripped her, leaving her vulnerable and shuddering then came a blanket of complete satisfaction. Stars exploded inside her, lighting every corner of darkness.
He didn’t stop there.
She felt his energy. He needed more than to just make her come. He was like a marathon runner fighting for the win. Pushing toward that last leg, giving everything he had to please her. The third time came like a rapid fire of divine bullets. The fourth time, he teased her. Taking her to the top, only to let her float downward, just to bring her higher again, but not to completion. He crawled atop her, and in one swift thrust he filled her with his bulging cock. She arched and whimpered, and he swallowed the sound by kissing her, sinking his tongue inside the cave of her mouth. Her taste lingered there, on his tongue and lips like sweet and sour candy.
“Wyler…” she called his name. Over and over.
“I’ve got you, baby. I want to feel you come around me. Soak me with your juices.” There was a raw edge to his voice that drove her closer to that peak.
She lifted her hips, gliding up and down on his thick girth. She rolled her hips and cried out at the amazing sensation of his tip hitting that spot…the one that made her see stars. At that moment her bones were all but ashes and her skin a mass of nerve endings.
Arching up to meet him, the scream tore from her like a rocket—more intense than any feeling she’d ever felt. Like tall waves crashing, one after another, pouring into her all its satisfaction.
“There. That’s it. That’s my sweetheart,” he growled next to her ear. His movements were becoming tenser, faster. He moved like he was cranking a knob tighter and tighter.
“Good. That’s so good.” She dug her nails into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she tightened her hold on him. She couldn’t seem to get close enough—couldn’t seem to get enough. She couldn’t see how she’d gone most of her life without this feeling of needing someone more than words could describe. She wanted to crawl under his skin. Glance inside his heart. Know every bit about this man who brought her so much pleasure.
“You can take all of me, right? Is it too much?”
“All of it. I want every inch.”
The persistent coxing of his tip created friction, bringing her so close to that edge that she couldn’t decide if she wanted to scream or bite him. Or maybe knock him back on the rug and take what she so desperately craved.
When they finally laid there spent, she laid her forehead against him, listening to the heavy beating of his heart as his chest rose and fell with each panted breath.
They stayed there in that position, holding each other for the longest time. She focused on how right his arms felt around her. How good they fit together. How she would do anything for this man who made her feel alive.
Eventually, he slid off her, dragging her against him and holding her in a tight grip of his arms as if she might leave unexpectedly. She wouldn’t leave though. She wanted to be there, beside him.
She teetered on the edge of slumber, so relaxed.
Her body jerked and she heard him laugh.
“You awake?” he asked in a throaty voice.
“I think I am.”
“Did you mean that?”
The haze of drowsiness drifted as she focused on what he had asked. “What?”
“You told me you love me.”
Those words drove through the slumber like a freight train running out of control in her brain. “What?”
“You told me you love me.”
Had she been asleep? What had she done?
“I was asleep,” she told him.
“I though as much.” He didn’t seem bothered. “But just so you know, I’m not going to forget that you said it first.”
The overwhelming knowledge of knowing that not only had she said the words, but they also rang with truth.
She rolled over and pulled the blanket up over her naked body, needing some protection against the vulnerability she felt.
He laid his arm over her waist protectively and his hand dipped into her hair, massaging her scalp. “Hey, it’s okay.”
“Is it?”
“Will you look at me?” he urged.
She finally lifted her chin, their gazes meeting. “I’m looking. Now what?”
“I want to look into those beautiful blue eyes when I say, I love you. I do. You and our baby.” One corner of his beautiful mouth wiggled with a smile. She found it both irritating and comforting. She liked how at ease he was to tell her something so deep.
“You don’t have to do that,” she muttered.
“Do what?”
“Tell me that you love me.”
“And why wouldn’t I?” He ran the tips of his fingers down the line of her spine and hooked it at her waist.
“I don’t think you’re being honest. You might just want to make me feel better.” She realized how ridiculous her words sounded but she’d never told anyone outside of her family that she loved them.
“Do you think I’m a man that would lie about my feelings?” He lifted a thick brow over those amazing green eyes.
“It’s…well, it’s just that…”
“You don’t really love me?” There was a hitch in his voice.
“No. Yes. I mean, I’ve become very fond of you,” she said in a whisper, looking up at the ceiling. “You make it too easy to be here, like this.”
“Easy? I’d like to hear more please.”
“This conversation would be better with a glass of wine.”
“Orange juice it is.”
She sighed. “Make it a big glass. And how about another slice of the cake too?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He looked back at her with a swoon worthy smile.
She grabbed his shirt discarded on the floor and dragged it on, tugging it down her hips.
She touched her lips still swollen from his kisses.
She felt a tugging sensation in her belly. Followed by two more. Maybe it was something she’d eaten.
He was whistling when he came back with a plate loaded with cake and a big glass of juice. She guessed she should probably not eat any more cake. Not happening. She’d always had a sweet tooth but being pregnant made it triple force.
“I’m a man who comes bearing gifts.” He strolled in and set the plate and glass down. “Now where were we?”
“Not so fast, cowboy. I’m digging into that cake first.” She used it as an excuse to drag their conversation out longer. “I’ll share. I know you have a fondness for dessert too.” When he didn’t answer she turned, and her smile fizzled. His color had turned pasty and he looked like he’d seen a ghost. “What? Are you okay?”
“Liberty?”
Something in his tone sparked her concern. “You’re scaring me.”
She followed the point of his stare. That’s when she saw what he had seen. She was bleeding.
“I’m calling Doc.” He was already grabbing his phone.