Chapter 42
FORTY-TWO
HARRIET
If the energy in the truck was suffocating, it’s nothing compared to the maelstrom of emotions overpowering my senses as we step into the cottage.
Warren’s presence is the most prominent in my tiny living room, large and vivacious as he looms behind me.
My eyes shutter closed when his fingers curl around my hips, pulling me into the warmth of his chest. He buries his face in my neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin. Our coats fall to the floor, but there are still too many layers separating us.
“I love the way you kiss me there.” My voice trembles.
“Good?” he murmurs, the hairs of his mustache tickling me.
“So good.” I take one of his hands and lead it to my heavy breast.
“What does my girl want?”
His girl.
I turn in his hold and drag his lips to meet mine.
Sweet at first, he opens immediately. Then, his mouth demands more.
My body melts with every swipe and stroke of his tongue.
It’s addictive, consuming. I need for it to never end.
He guides me backward, keeping our connection locked until my knees hit the edge of the sofa.
Gripping his shoulders, I spin us again and gently shove him to sit.
“I want you here.”
“You have me. You’ve owned me since day one, don’t you realize? Forgetting you was impossible, and now I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go.” He licks his lips. “Now, let me see every gorgeous inch of you.”
I shake under his appraisal. In a rapidly changing body, it’s hard to feel sexy or attractive. With Warren, I’ve felt nothing but admired, pregnant or not.
I love how he lets me take charge while commanding my pleasure with simple words and looks.
Warren makes quick work of the buttons on my shirt from where he sits, helping me out of the sleeves and my bra to reveal my breasts to his hungry stare.
They’re bigger and more sensitive, and the moment he licks a hot path over my nipple, my spine arches, thrusting them into his face.
He moves his hands to the waistband of my leggings. With a painstaking slowness, he draws them down my legs, taking my panties with them. A deep groan echoes from his throat once I’m bared. “How am I so lucky?”
“Your turn. You’re at an unfair advantage,” I huff at where he sits, fully clothed.
“Ain’t nothing unfair about this view. Just give me a second to look at you.” His lips brush below my belly button. “This is all I’ve thought about for a very.” Kiss. “Very.” Kiss. “Long.” Kiss. “Time.”
Warren takes his sweet time getting to his feet. I don’t complain, as he spends each second pecking and nipping his way up my body until he towers over me. My mouth dries when he pulls off his T-shirt and lowers his zipper.
He’s magnificent, strong and lean. Dark hairs trail from between his pecs, leading toward where he’s hard and straining against his briefs. We’re silent as he steps out of his clothes until we’re both bare, admiring the other.
“How do you want me?”
I’m distracted by his mouth moving across my shoulder. “Sit. I want to ride you.”
He rolls his forehead over my collarbone. “I think you’re out to kill me tonight.”
It’s empowering to see the effect I have on him.
It’s obvious in the way his dark gaze trails a dangerous path over my body as he lowers to the sofa, legs spread wide.
His control hangs by a thread judging by the twitch of his hands and where the thick, long length of him juts toward his taut stomach.
“Come here then. Don’t make me wait any longer.” He hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
I climb onto his lap. My bump isn’t too big to get in the way yet, leaving enough room for our hands to roam. It isn’t close enough apparently, and Warren drags me forward until every inch of our bare skin touches.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” He trails his fingers down the cleft of my bottom, lingering over the tight ring of muscle until he reaches my pussy. “All wet and ready for me.”
I bite my lip to tamper my whimper as he toys with my entrance. There’s no containing it when he pushes two fingers into me carefully. My back bows into his touch.
He’s in no rush as he plays with my body.
Me, however? I’m ready to claw out of my skin in heated anticipation.
Sensing my growing need, he puts me out of my misery when he reaches between us and notches the head of his cock at my center.
I rise up on my knees, hovering over him just enough to sink down onto the first inch of him.
We inhale sharply at the sensation.
“Harriet. Sweetheart. God, this…You…” He stumbles over his words.
“I know.” I kiss the scruff on his jaw. “It feels the same for me.”
Too long. Our bodies ache for the other. Despite months apart, mine hasn’t forgotten the stretch as he enters me.
When he’s fully seated and I’m filled deliciously, I rock my hips in sync with Warren’s upward thrusts. With a firm grip on my ass, he helps me move until I’m a panting, writhing mess in his lap.
“The way you’re gripping my cock.” He moans. “You’re soaking me with this tight pussy. I could drown in it.”
“Not—” I hiccup when the peak of pleasure nears. “Not until we’re done here.”
His chuckle fills the air. “Certainly not before I give my girl what she’s so desperate for.”
“Warren, I need to come. Make me come,” I plead.
As always, he delivers, giving my body exactly what it craves.
He wriggles his hand between us, never stopping the thrust of his hips, and taps my swollen clit. “Remind me how gorgeous you are as you come on my cock. Give me what’s mine.”
My body obeys. “Oh, shit. I’m c-coming. God, I’m coming.”
Warren slams his mouth to mine at the first spasm of my orgasm. We drink down the other’s groans, and not a second later, he’s pulsing inside me.
I collapse forward, burying my face in his neck, a sated mess of limbs. Fingertips caress the length of my spine as he kisses and whispers to me.
“Mine. My gorgeous girl. So beautiful.”
Our heaving chests drum a matching beat as we take our time coming down from the high. I’m the first to pull back to find Warren grinning at me.
“How can anyone expect me to work after that?” I smooth back his disheveled hair.
He chuckles before rising to his feet. I squeak, gripping his shoulders as he slips out of me and carries me upstairs. “You said hours?”
“Yes. Three, to be exact,” I reply as we enter the bathroom. We were both insatiable after the fair, going three rounds until we finally called it a night. As much as I want him, I’m not sure I have it in me again tonight.
He catches my hesitancy and shakes his head. “Not for that. Let me get you cleaned up and fed. Then we can relax before I drive you to the distillery.”
Once I’m on my feet, he starts running me a bath, leaving me to sway deliriously in the aftermath of this entire afternoon.