Chapter 12
Blair
Her eyes shot up to meet mine, and her hips stilled. I could almost see the orgasm she was building toward pack a bag and drive to the airport.
One hand left my skin to twirl the ends of her hair.
“My body isn’t what it used to be.” She licked her lips and looked away. “You know, since having Sophia.” She was still in my arms, but she might as well have been in another room. “I can’t imagine letting anyone see me. I’m sorry.”
Jesus, I thought angrily. “You don’t have to apologize, Missy.
” I was hard as a rock, and she thought she had to apologize for how she looked?
“Missy, honey. I don’t know what you used to look like.
All I know is what I see in front of me, and what I see, I like.
I mean, I really like.” I gestured toward my straining zipper, and when her eyes landed on my crotch, they stayed there. “Missy, do you want me?”
“Blair.” Her cheeks flushed.
“Do you want me?” I continued.
She pushed her hair back from her face. “Yes.”
My ego inflated.
“Why don’t I go and get cleaned up, and when I get back, we can see what kind of fun we can have with the lights off.
Only if you want to, though.” I gave her a quick peck on the lips before disappearing to the shower.
I got the job done in record time and headed back to the bedroom, not knowing what I would find.
She was so worried about how I would react to her body that I half expected her to have left.
But she was there, cross-legged on my bed, eyes on where the towel was wrapped low on my waist.
I moved across the room to stand at her feet. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, but her arms were wrapped tightly around her middle again. I sank to the mattress next to her.
“Look,” I started. “I really liked spending the day with you today, Missy, but you look stressed rather than turned on, and I don’t want to be the one who puts that look on your face. I’ll get dressed, and we can just relax until the baby wakes up.” I moved to stand up.
“Wait.” She grabbed my forearm, and her grip told me everything I needed to know.
She went up on her knees on the bed, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me.
The kiss started sweet, but it didn’t stay that way.
I was aware of the tent growing in the front of my towel.
I was aware there was a baby sleeping in my living room who could wake up and cock block me at any moment.
More than anything, I was aware of every inch of her body pressed against mine as she opened her mouth to my kiss.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her even closer, and her hands began to roam my back.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked her.
Her eyes darted to my lips, then to my eyes, and she nodded.
Thank God.
Keeping in mind my fucked-up shoulder, I laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of me with my good arm. When I started to move the hem of her dress, I felt her thighs tighten around my hips, and I moved my hands away.
“I can’t do this if I’m not completely sure that’s what you want,” I told her.
She took a deep breath. “I want to. God, you don’t know how much I want to. I just can’t relax thinking about you seeing and feeling my stomach.”
“If you’re too worried about it to enjoy yourself, I think I have a solution.” I sat up so I could plant a trail of kisses down the side of her neck.
She shivered. “What’s your idea?”
I smiled against her skin. “Well, I could stretch out on my back. You could turn around so all I can see is your back. Then you ride me like the dirty little cowgirl I know you are.”
Her face was scarlet, and I moved to the other side of her neck to kiss my way down.
“Or…” My voice came out in a throaty whisper as I pictured what I was about to describe. “I could get you on all fours. Pull your hips up until that sexy ass of yours is in the air, and I could slide right in from behind.”
My lips moved down her collarbone, the smell of her skin intoxicating. “I wouldn’t see anything you don’t want me to see, but I could reach all sorts of interesting places.” My lips moved lower, pushing the collar of her dress out of the way so I could plant one long kiss on her nipple.
She moaned.
“I could reach you here.” I slid my hand up one thigh until I reached the cotton of her panties and palmed her through the fabric.
Her hips bucked.
“And I could reach you here.” I brought my hand up and slide my thumb over her nipple through her dress. It peaked under my touch, and her eyes drifted closed.
“I always wanted to be a cowgirl when I grew up.”
I smiled against her skin. “Then let’s go for a ride.”
She pushed herself off the bed, tugged the curtains tightly closed, shut off the lights, and closed the door so it was only a crack open.
I laid back and watched her as she made as much of herself invisible as she could.
My heart broke for her. She’s such a great mom and clearly loves her kid so much.
It was sad that she didn’t seem to have any love left for herself.
I was yanked out of that line of thought when she slid her panties off under her dress and came back to the bed.
She crawled toward me. As much as it killed me, I kept my hands firmly at my sides while she straddled me and roamed her hands over my chest. Her hands caught on the towel at my waist.
“Sophia could wake up any time, so I hope you don’t mind if I just—” She gave the towel a hard yank and tossed it to the floor.
“I don’t mind at all. Now turn around.”
Her eyes briefly lingered on my dick before she turned her back to me and braced her hands on the bed. “Like this?”
She was playing coy now. Her confidence was ticking up now that her perceived flaws were in the dark. Hell, I would have let her blindfold me ages ago if I knew this was going to work.
“Just like that. Now, dress off,” I said.
She glanced at me over her shoulder, long hair dancing over her pale skin.
She gave me a one-sided smile, then the hem of her dress started a slow climb up her back.
My breath caught in my throat as inch after inch of Missy was revealed.
From where I was laying, I had an enticing view of two round ass cheeks straddling my hips and what seemed like miles of beautiful bare skin.
She unhooked her bra, and then she was naked before me.
I pushed my back off the mattress and carefully hooked my injured arm around her body, low on her hips, and brought my fingers between her thighs.
The other hand moved to tease her nipples, and I could feel the warmth in her core building where it rested against me.
It was hard to take my hands off of her, but this needed to happen now—or Sophia might end it before it even began. I eased my hands off her chest and laid back. One hand stayed between her legs, and one rested on her hip.
“Let’s ride.”