Chapter Twenty-Seven #3
Really? “It’s not like you’re asking me to move to a different country for you.
Like you said, we won’t be that far away from where we are, and I don’t love living in the city.
I never have. This could be good. For all of us.
And…” I’m not embarrassed at all for what’s about to come out of my mouth.
“And the idea of us all living together does something to my heart. If I can’t have my own kids, I’ll do everything in my power to be the best mom to Gemma. I swear it.”
His throat bobs, moving his Adam’s apple with it. He really was nervous. It’s sweet. “I have no doubt in my mind you will, Honor.”
I thread my fingers through his hair. “Thank you,” I whisper, earning a look of confusion. “For thinking of me. For wanting to hear my opinion.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t need to thank me for that. It’s common courtesy.”
“But it’s not what I’m used to.”
Bodhi understands what I mean. “I’m going to change that for you.
As long as you let me, honey, I’m going to show you what it’s like to be with a real man.
One who communicates. One who shows you that he cares.
I meant what I said. I’ll do whatever I can to prove to you what it’s like to be happy. What it’s like to be a family.”
Those words mean everything to me.
They also ignite a fire in me fueled by a newfound confidence. I use my hand to lower his head to mine and whisper, “Please. I need to feel you inside me. I can’t wait any longer.”
And the sound he makes right before his lips are on me is feral. Hot. Hungry. Needy. It’s everything I’ve read about in romances, and nothing that I’ve ever experienced in real life.
Not before him, anyway.
Suddenly, his hand is up my shirt, cupping my breast and toying with the beaded nipple that greets him from under the silk cup of my bra.
“Christ,” he moans, arching his hips into me. There’s barely anything between us save two thin scraps of fabric that I want nothing more than to disappear. “We should move. I should take you to the bedroom. Somewhere else.”
“No.” I hold him to me. “Here.”
He looks around at the floor we’re on. “Honey, you deserve—”
“If you play your cards right, Bodhi Hoffman, you can have me in a lot of different places. But I need you now. Here.” To emphasize my point, I strip my shirt off so all that’s left is my bra. Also basic, though his gaze makes it look like it’s encrusted in gold.
He sucks in a breath as his hand leaves my breast and moves around my back. “You’re trying to kill me with those words.”
His fingers make quick work to undo my bra, letting it fall and reveal my full chest. My skin feels ablaze when his eyes do a thorough scan of every inch of exposed skin.
Without a word, he dips his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking lightly and using his tongue to brush the tip until a long, drawn-out moan escapes my lips. I never knew I was sensitive there, but he’s proving that to be very, very true.
I try to squirm under him to press my legs together with no luck. His body is still there, stretching out my hips and grinding against me like the morning in his bedroom.
“Will Gemma wake—”
“She’ll be out cold until morning,” he reassures, trailing his lips down the valley between my breasts until he makes a path of peppered kisses to my belly button.
When I realize what he’s doing, I stop him as his teeth nip at my abdomen. “Are you…?” My breathing becomes haphazard as his mischievous eyes peer up at me through his lashes. “You already did that.”
The blue in his eyes darken. “I said I was going to do it again. I need you soaking for me, Honor. I want to slip inside you and feel you drown my cock.”
Watching his mouth go back to the spot that still feels overstimulated feels more intimate than anything I’ve done before, which seems ridiculous. But the way he takes me in, the way his hands roam up my thighs and squeeze and knead the flesh, feels out of this world knowing what’s coming next.
And when his lips close around my clit again, I can’t help but mewl out, “Oh my God.”
My hips arch and my thighs clench around him as his mouth works itself over me with the kind of skill I don’t know whether to be grateful or jealous over.
My hands thread through his hair as his lips coast over the bundle of nerves that feel way too sensitive after my first orgasm. Usually, it takes a long time for me to be able to get to a point where I think I can come, but this—
“Bodhi,” I gasp, seeing stars dot my eyes as his tongue and lips and teeth work me closer and closer until I can’t take it any longer.
The explosion within me happens instantaneously, sending thousands of prickly heated sensations throughout my body as I suck in a breath and ride out the wave as he holds onto my hips and rides it with me.
I don’t know how long my body stays sated and blissfully numb for, but it seems like forever. It isn’t until Bodhi rises above me with a cocky grin on his face that I come back to reality.
Despite the lick of exhaustion thrumming through my body at the second orgasm of the night, I want this man badly. My fingers tug at his jeans until they and his boxer briefs are stuck halfway down his massive thighs, and he has to help me get them off.
Then there’s nothing.
No barrier.
No clothes.
Just skin.
Only skin.
I stare down at him in awe and hesitantly reach out to wrap my fingers around his hard, long length. It twitches in my hold, and Bodhi’s forehead drops into the crevice of my neck as he cusses against the damp skin of my throat.
“Let me make you feel good,” I whisper, stroking him from his base to his tip and feeling something wet greet my palm.
He shakes his head and grabs ahold of my wrist. “You need to stop before I come.”
I grin when he meets my eyes. “Isn’t that the end game?”
His eyes flash. “Trust me, it is.”
I gasp when he hooks an arm around me and flips us over so I’m straddling his lap.
I don’t know how he managed to sit up, but my knees are perched on either side of him, digging into the hard floor that the carpet doesn’t do much to soften.
Feeling him press against me helps me forget the nip of pain that will probably leave bruises on both my knees tomorrow.
His tongue brushes over my nipples before his teeth grab ahold of it and tug. When he releases it, there’s an impish grin on his face that makes him look dangerous and sexy. “But I plan on being buried deep inside of you when I come, with these perfect tits in my face.”
I swallow, feeling a little uneasy. “I’m not used to being on top. I’ve only done—” I stop myself from admitting the truth.
Which is that Max and I have only had missionary sex. It was…nice. Boring, maybe, but still good. Or what I thought was good until Bodhi showed me what it should really feel like.
His hand comes up and caresses my face. “If you’re nervous, you don’t need to be. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time now. Touched myself to the thought of you riding me hard until I come inside of you. You can’t do it wrong. It’s going to be fucking perfect.”
“More,” I whisper, lifting my hips and guiding him to my entrance. “Tell me more.”
He bites back a groan as he slides in an inch and stays still to let me adjust. “I’ve fantasized about the idea of getting your pregnant,” he rasps, making me clench around him. “Whether that’s now or ten years from now. I keep thinking about how sexy you’d look with a baby bump.”
I move my hips, letting him sink in further. The motion is slow and precise—cautious and yielding. And with every inch I sink down onto, his face morphs into one of pure torture that can only match my own.
It’s a little painful, but sex has always been that way for me thanks to my PCOS. This time, though, it’s not because of lack of prep. I’m saturated for this man, more than I’ve ever been in my life.
It isn’t until I’m bottomed out that I need a minute to soak in the monumental moment. To work past the bite of pain. To really feel what’s happening.
How many years have I thought about this? How many fantasies did I lie to myself about not wanting even when I was still wearing another man’s ring? How many times did I tell myself I was happy, when I know now without a doubt that I wasn’t?
Because this is happiness.
This. Now.
“Baby, I need you to move,” he pleads, with pain in his voice that makes me instantly lift my hips until only the tip of him is inside me. His fingers dig into my hips as I sink back down, slowing my pace and helping me build a rhythm that feels good for the both of us.
“Just like that,” he groans, one of his hands moving to my chest and massaging the flesh of my breasts as the other keeps ahold of my hip.
“Been imagining what you would feel like, and the real thing is ten times better than I ever pictured. You have no idea, Honor. No idea how much I dreamed of your pussy.”
I clench around him, causing him to cuss.
His words give me a boost of confidence. I grab ahold of his shoulders for balance and grind against him until his hips jackknife up and fill me even deeper.
“Shit,” he cusses. “Fuck. I’m going to—”
“Come,” I beckon, feeling the telltale tingling sensation at the bottom of my spine again. “Please come, Bodhi.”
“Inside you,” he pleads, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look him in the eyes. “I want to watch you as I come inside you, baby.”
That’s all it takes.
My mouth forms into an O as a third orgasm takes over my body and I falter with my movements. But Bodhi doesn’t hesitate. He grabs ahold of my hips and uses my body to fuck himself until he surges upward one last time and says my name like he’s saying a prayer.
Our breathing is a chaotic mess of long, heated pants as we melt into one another on the carpet. He’s still inside me, and I’m too tired, too lethargic to care.
“That was…” His lips skate along the crook of my neck and he blows out a choppy breath. I can feel his heart hammering against me, mimicking my own.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Honey, I’m going to need to do that at least two more times before I can go to bed or I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. That was faster than I meant it to be.”
I giggle, hugging him to me. “I think we can manage that.”
He hums against my lips as he leans in for a kiss, and begins the slow start of a very long, very satisfying night until my body aches in the best possible way.