Chapter 25 #2
His tongue slides across my bottom lip and I open easily for him, moaning softly when he presses our hips together, letting me feel his hardness, his want for me.
My hands roam over his back and down to his waist, fingertips wandering until they brush over his abs and slide underneath his damp T-shirt, his muscles flexing under my touch.
He tilts my head back, deepening the kiss, and I’m so weightless under his touch that I could float away if he weren’t holding me down. I’m drunk on him by the time he pulls back to breathe, and his eyes are so heavy-lidded with lust that I imagine he feels the same.
‘We should get you out of those clothes,’ he says, the sound a low rumble in the quiet of my bedroom.
‘I agree,’ I pant, but I stop him as he reaches for the hem of my tank top. ‘Though maybe not in front of the cats?’
It takes a moment before he can tear his eyes away from me and glance over his shoulder, mouth settling into a hard line when he sees all three cats sitting on the bed.
Timmy and Robert are quick to jump down when Zaid turns to lovingly shoo them away, but Soup stays in a loaf in the center of the duvet, daring us to move him with a narrow-eyed glare.
‘How about that shower?’ I suggest as Timmy and Robert twine in and out between my ankles. ‘It’s one place they won’t follow.’
Zaid and Soup continue their standoff for a few more beats, but Zaid looks back to me when he realizes he won’t win and nods toward the bathroom.
I do my best not to trip over Timmy and Robert as I head into the en suite with Zaid close on my heels.
He kicks the door shut for good measure as I turn on the shower, and when I step back out of the enclosed glass stall, he’s already staring at me again, drinking in every inch with reverent fascination.
My hair is plastered against my neck, my clothes are disheveled, and I’m sure I look vaguely drowned, but under his gaze I’ve never felt sexier.
No one else has ever made me feel this way.
My pulse thuds as he slowly approaches and it echoes between my thighs, need flaming through me.
He grips my hips to pull me to him, and then his hands are on the bottom of my tank top, pulling it up until it’s off over my head.
His eyes linger on my breasts, which are practically spilling out of the cups of my bra thanks to how much they’ve grown throughout this pregnancy, and when he frees them from the fabric, it’s only a moment before he’s dipping down to bury his face between them.
‘You’re so fucking perfect,’ he mumbles against my skin. ‘Every inch of you.’
My nipples are so sensitive that I cry out when he swirls his tongue around one, and when he pulls back to lavish the other with attention, his hand cupping and squeezing the one he just left, I moan and arch for more.
‘I need to taste all of you,’ he says as he places open-mouthed kisses down my sternum and over the swell of my belly.
He drags my shorts and soaked underwear down my legs, holding my hand for balance as I step out of them.
When they’re gone, he backs me up until I bump into the vanity, and then I’m being lifted onto the counter next to the sink, the wall supporting me behind my shoulders.
He nudges my knees apart until I open for him, his hands curling behind my thighs as he kisses the inside of my knee.
The scruff on his jaw scratches against my skin, and I’m thrown back into our first night together, when he pushed me against the dresser as he worshipped me on his knees.
To think that has led to this nearly makes a laugh bubble up and out of me, but the sound that escapes is breathy as his tongue swipes over my clit.
He tastes and teases, slipping one and then two fingers into me as I inch closer and closer to the brink. It once again doesn’t take much to get there, the vibration of him murmuring how good I taste and how he’s been dying to do this again pushing me to the highest heights.
I tremble as I come down on the other side, somehow both satiated and desperate for more.
I capture his lips with my own when he rises again, and he kisses me like a man starved, tongue tangling with my own.
I wrap my legs around his waist and slide my fingers into his hair, wanting him closer than we already are. But it isn’t mere want any more.
‘Please,’ I pant against his mouth. ‘I need you inside me. I want to feel you.’
Zaid’s exhale shudders through him, like my words have unlocked something. ‘God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.’
‘Seven months?’ I try, nipping at his bottom lip, because that’s how long I’ve been waiting – ever since he rolled out of my bed the first time.
I could pretend all I wanted that one night with him was enough, but it never would have been.
Even now, even with the idea of forever ahead of us, I’m eager to make the most of every moment we have together.
He chuckles as I let go of his lip, getting his revenge by sweeping his fingers between my legs again. ‘Something like that.’
My breaths come in shallow bursts as he lazily strokes my overly sensitive clit.
‘I don’t have condoms,’ I babble, head falling back as he dips to kiss my neck.
‘But you’ve been to practically every one of my doctor’s appointments, so you’ve seen all my test results.
Not like you can get me pregnant again either. ’
‘I’m tested at the start of every season,’ he says after dragging his teeth over my collarbone. ‘And I haven’t been with anyone else since you.’
I’m flattered, but it makes sense. He’s a busy man with an impossible schedule. And considering he was sleeping right next to me for several weekends, I know he wasn’t sneaking around with anyone. Still, I can’t resist toying with him.
‘Really?’ I tease, though it’s almost another moan. ‘Was I just so good you knew no one else would ever compare?’
He lifts his head again, fingers dragging away from my clit, making me nearly pout and whine, but I freeze when I see the weight in his gaze.