Chapter 10 #2
He instantly kissed her back, holding her head exactly where he wanted her. With the slow, deep slide against her mouth, taking exactly what he wanted felt fucking heavenly.
Finally.
He angled her head and kissed her deeper, enjoying the way her nose nuzzled his as he kissed her again and again.
We should stop. And yet…
He needed more of her right fucking now.
His hand slid into her hair, and she moaned as his tongue teased her lips apart. That taste he’d fantasized about for years, it was as good as he remembered, like she was made for him. His personal aphrodisiac that made his cock pulse.
Their labored breaths were loud in the quiet loft. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard.
She pulled away with a wary look in her eyes. They panted against each other’s lips.
“Okay?” he asked, practically on top of her. Please don’t let this clawing attraction be one-sided.
She stared at his lips with needy vulnerability. “Need more data,” she breathed, pulling him back down to her mouth.
Thank Christ.
The five-second break had felt like eternity, and he slid back into tasting her, pulling her closer as their limbs wound around each other. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and an aching sigh made his body shudder.
Fucking hell, she was perfect.
Her long fingers slid into his hair, and he thought he might die from the pleasure of it as she tugged. “Fuck,” he muttered against her mouth.
He rolled her on top of him. He wanted all of her, to feel her like he’d been thinking about for years.
Feel the heat of her against his cock like when she’d straddled him last week.
Feel the ease of her legs sliding open for him.
And—oh fuck—they did.
He squeezed her ass, and her hips ground instinctively against him. He moaned as the heat of her pussy lined up perfectly against his cock.
She stilled, looking concerned. “Am I too heavy?”
He chuckled, the thought seeming ridiculous. “No. God”—he leaned up to kiss her—“you’re so annoying.”
She kissed him back, a moan sliding out of her as his hand found her breast, palming it the way she’d liked in that elevator.
She ripped her mouth away from his, but he played with her nipple. “You’re condescending,” she panted. “Smug, self-impor… Oh,” she moaned, throwing her forehead onto his chest as he pinched her hard nipple. Her hips dug into his, and he pulled her down for another kiss, grinding her against him.
The eager thrust of her hips nearly undid him. She moaned into his mouth as he ground her against his cock.
“What was that?” He panted as she moved over him. “Couldn’t hear you over how sexy you think I am?”
Her eyes lit on fire, and before she could retort, he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her back down, making her take every thrusting, needy, hungry kiss he had.
Her teeth seared his lips with each kiss, biting harder and hungrier as she thrust against him, the feeling delicious against his aching cock.
They were dry humping like teenagers, and he was already about to blow.
He kissed down her neck, to the V of her t-shirt neck. He licked and smashed his face against the top of her breasts. “I like it when you’re mad. You’re a better kisser.”
“Fuck you—”
“I’m really hoping so.” He smirked, nipping her breast.
She smacked at his shoulder, and he grabbed her arms, putting her hands on the headboard so she was leaning over him.
He could finally die a happy man now that he had Allison Styles’s tits pressed firmly against his face.
He pulled her neckline down slowly.
“This stays between us until we decide,” she said, panting as he licked at the curve of her breast.
“Until the second trimester,” he countered, murmuring against her skin.
“Right.”
Pulling her shirt over one shoulder, he peeled away her t-shirt and bra cup, licking and nuzzling his way to the glory of her nipple, and then sucked hard, making her keen with need.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned.
Fucking hell, he was a genius. Best idea I’ve ever had, he thought as he traced her nipple with his tongue.
He pressed his face into her heavy breast, sucking hard. There had never been a better feeling on this earth. It felt like everything he’d ever hoped for, soft and perfect and just a little dirty.
“A-and…” she stuttered as he played with her nipple. “We should get tested since you’ll—”
He rolled her over, towering over her on his forearms. “Fuck you raw? Fill you up?” He pressed his leaking cock against her, grateful for the layers of fabric separating them.
She rolled her hips against him and moaned as he kissed her.
“I’ll happily share my A+ report card of my sperm and disease-free state any time, Styles. And you?”
Her eyes went wide, looking nervous suddenly. “My OBGYN isn’t worried, if…that’s what you mean. Because of my age. She said it’s fine.”
He instantly paused, her worries a bucket of cold water dousing the heat between them.
She went on, breathing hard. “If you need proof—”
“Hey. Hey,” he said quietly, needing to interrupt whatever spiral she was in. “I believe you.”
The softness in his voice was reserved for spooked horses.
And nervous Type-A women, it turned out.
She gulped, looking vulnerable, and he fixed her t-shirt and bra cup so she was covered.
Moment over, he realized sadly.
He flopped back onto his side of the bed with a huff.
“That wasn’t a yes, by the way,” Allison said breathlessly. “I want to see the contract.”
Between his heart and his head and his cock, he was getting dizzy trying to keep up. “Okay, but for the love of god, get a different lawyer than you had last time.”
“What was wrong with Phil?”
“I gave you a shitty divorce deal, if you remember. Ask my mother, ask the motorcycle defense guy with highway billboards, hell, ask the only lawyer I’ve ever lost to. But don’t use that guy again. I want you to feel good about this.”
Without another word, she turned away from him.
He settled back down, trying to fall asleep with the howling blizzard outside, pleased that this had worked out better than he’d hoped.
Maybe we’ll have a baby by this time next year.
Her voice interrupted his happy thoughts. “Who’s the only lawyer you’ve ever lost to?”
Wells sighed, remembering the pain of the trial, the lingering irritation he still felt every time he saw the asshole’s smarmy face on the benches in Philadelphia.
“The devil on earth, otherwise known as: my father.”