Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
ZOE
He’s not finished.
“It doesn’t have to be more if you don’t want it to be. It could just be sex.” He says it so matter-of-factly, I could almost believe him. But I’m not sure it could just be sex with Declan. Not now. “If you lie down on your bed, I’ll eat your pussy. I fucking loved doing that.”
My eyebrows rise, and the ache in my core grows. One of the things I remember very clearly was the morning after when Declan went down on me. I’ve never met a man as enthusiastic when giving oral sex.
“Declan,” I whimper.
“Is that a yes?” He smiles that panty-dropping smile, and I know I’m done for. How can I say no?
My hormones are raging—I’ve never craved sex the way I do right now. And I’m sure a lot of it is to do with the fact that Declan’s right here. He cooks. He cleans. He’s hot as sin .
And I’m down for a refresher course in that man’s body.
He chuckles as I all but sprint for the bedroom—which is no mean feat when your centre of gravity is changing.
I pull back the covers and flop on the bed, and Declan follows, shaking his head.
“How long have you been feeling this way?” he asks.
“Forever. Now get over here and do this.”
“Do what?” He smirks.
I wave my hands in the general direction of my body. “All of this.”
He chuckles. “Get naked and I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
I’ve never stripped so fast. Despite my anxiety about my pregnant body, I want his hands on me—his tongue on me—his …
Declan’s out of his clothes faster than I am, and he climbs into bed beside me.
He runs his hand down the curve of my belly.
“I still can’t quite believe you’re growing my baby in there.” His tone is so soft, caring, it’s enough to bring tears to my eyes. Stupid hormones.
“I’m glad you’re my baby daddy,” I whisper.
He laughs softly. “There will probably come a time when you take that back.”
I shake my head. “No. I have faith in you.”
Declan nuzzles my neck. “Saying things like that just make you even hotter.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m like a beached whale right now, and there are still four months to go. ”
“Stop that right now. You’re gorgeous. Pregnancy suits you.”
“Do you really think so?”
His warm gaze makes my heart beat faster. “Of all the women I’ve ever met in my life, I’m glad it’s you having my baby. You’re beautiful, smart, and rocking that baby bump.”
I snort. “Stop it.”
“It’s true.” He places his hand over my belly button. “I can’t stop looking at you, even when you’re wearing clothes. The morning sickness has been a bit rough, but you’re glowing, and I hope that’s because I’m making sure you’re getting enough rest.”
I tilt my head. “I’m sure there are some activities I could do more of.”
His lips quirk into a smile. “Like what?”
“Can I be honest?”
Desire flares in his eyes. “I’d like that.”
“I keep thinking about sex with you and how good it was. Maybe the finer details aren’t there, but I know that night was amazing. And you told me off for walking around in my underwear, but those pyjama pants you wear are …” I hold up my fingers to my mouth and smack my lips together. “Chef’s kiss.”
He chuckles. “I’ll keep wearing them if you like them.”
“So much for keeping this platonic. I’m not complaining though.” I laugh.
Declan shrugs, his hand drifting down toward my pussy. “I’m not sure that was ever really going to work. Not when there’s this crazy attraction between us. ”
“I didn’t … I didn’t know if you felt the same way.” Tears prick my eyes.
He meets my gaze. “I’ve been trying to resist you since the day I moved in.”
“Is this really a good idea?”
“Are you really talking yourself out of sex?”
I swallow hard. He’s right. He’s what fantasies are made of and he’s offering me no-strings sex. Oh, who am I kidding? There are strings—big strings—but can we look past those just so he can pleasure me when I want it?
My head is telling me no, but my vagina has other ideas.
“Sorry, I’m just … I’m all over the place right now. You know, hormones,” I shrug.
“You mean you’re horny?” He smirks.
“Yes.” I pout. “And you and those pyjama pants …” I let out an exaggerated sigh.
“I’ll wear them all day, every day if it makes you happy.”
My eyebrows rise. “You would?”
“That’s what I’m here for.” His fingers brush against my clit, and I almost explode on the spot. “There’s also another thing I’m here for right now.”
“Yes please.” I’m not above begging.
“You only have to ask. Not this time. I know what you want, but if you’d like a repeat …”
“I’ll remember that.”
He slides a finger into me. “So ready.” He slides another finger into me and my lips part. “So needy.”
As he runs his fingers back over my clit, I grasp his bicep. His eyes never leave mine as he rubs the swollen nub and I fight the urge to close my eyes.
It all happens so fast that it catches me by surprise. And then I’m falling. He slides his arm underneath my shoulders and holds me close as waves of pleasure hit my body.
When I finally feel like I can breathe out, he’s between my legs in an instant.
All I can do is stare at his gaze eating me up before he leans down and takes long licks then settles his tongue on my clit.
He sucks gently on it and I shudder.
I’m still so sensitive from his touch, but he makes light work of my second orgasm, licking, sucking, lapping at my pussy.
“Just as sweet as you were the first time around,” he says.
“I thought pregnancy might change things.”
He emerges from between my thighs. “If anything, you taste even better.”
My cheeks burn red, and his lips twist into a smile.
“I love going down on you, Zoe. Can’t get enough of it.” He moves up the bed until he’s beside me and rolls me onto my side. His hand goes back to my clit, rubbing it while I arch my back against him.
“I need you inside me.”
“Do I need a condom?”
“I …”
He places a kiss behind my ear. “I get tested regularly for insurance purposes. I’m clear.”
“Then, no. You can’t get me pregnant again.”
His hot breath wafts across the back of my neck as he laughs. “You have a point. ”
Lifting my leg, he eases himself into me. I let out a contented sigh.
“Are you okay?” He asks gently.
“Yes. I’m full of you.”
He chuckles again, moving slowly back and forth. “Any time you need me, you can have me.”
The sex that first night was frantic.
Tonight, not so much.
“You feel good,” he murmurs. “Perfect.”
“Touch me.”
He runs his hand up to my breast, his fingers brushing my nipple, and I groan.
“Sensitive?”
“Very.”
“I’ll remember that.” With a gentle squeeze, he drops his hand to my belly, his light touch warming my heart. “I love touching you.”
He runs his hand up my body again, his lips pressed against my neck, his hot breath on my skin. I close my eyes and feel .
Declan moves in and out of me, fulfilling my need for him. I don’t want anyone else.
Is this a turning point in our relationship?
After how we’ve grown emotionally closer these last few months—how we depend on each other, I’m not sure this could ever just be sex for me.
Could Declan feel the same?
He brushes his fingers over my body until they’re down to my clit. My body’s so responsive to his touch, and I arch my back against him .
“That’s it, baby. Let me give you what you need.”
It’s all too much—his cock inside me, his fingers rubbing, and I’m in sensory overload.
“Come with me, Zoe. I know you want to.” His hot breath on my neck sends shivers down my spine.
My core pulses as my world explodes.
“That’s it. I can’t hold on anymore.” Declan groans behind me, thrusting hard before slowing.
We lie together, his softening cock still inside me.
It takes a moment to catch my breath, and Declan kisses my bare shoulder.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Wonderful.”
He rolls me back so I’m facing him. His gaze sweeps my face, the affection in his eyes warming my heart.
Kissing me softly, he then gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to clean me. Then I’m asleep within minutes.
I barely register the rest of the night.
His warm lips brush against my bare shoulder. “Good morning.”
“That was the best sleep I’ve had in ages.” I let out a yawn.
“Me too. It’s not been easy sleeping right across the hall from you.”
I roll over so I’m facing him. “Does this mean you’ll be sleeping here every night?” I bite my bottom lip.
“Only if you want me to. I won’t say no if you that’s what you need.”
“I’d like that. ”
He reaches up and pushes my hair behind my ear. “Then, your wish is my command.”
“Why are you so perfect?”
Declan chuckles. “I’m not. You are.”
Swoon .