She bit her lip. “I’m worried about childbirth.”
“I’ll be there. I won’t let anything happen.” One-Mile was painfully aware that he could handle many crises, get them out of tons of scrapes. But medical emergencies, especially involving babies, were way beyond his area of expertise. And if he lost Brea, he would never forgive himself.
She nodded bravely. “I keep telling myself it’s going to be fine.”
“It will.” He had to believe that.
Or he would go completely batshit insane.
The best way to help her from borrowing tomorrow’s trouble and forget the last terrible two months was to give her something to focus on now. God knew he didn’t merely want her. His heart had become a slave to hers the minute he’d touched her.
One-Mile rose back up her body, but her splayed thighs and her pussy in between were too much temptation to resist. He pressed his lips to the inside of her knee, then worked his way up as he cupped her hip and positioned his shoulders between her legs.
“Pierce…”
“Oh, this pussy.” He breathed against it, and she shuddered in his grip. “Baby, I dreamed about you.”
She twisted under him, arching, unconsciously spreading wider for him. He dragged his tongue up her thigh, let his fingers graze the soft curls above her secrets, then took a little nip at her hip bone. Her cry gratified him.
“You’re already wet for me.”
Brea nodded frantically. “Every time you come near me, I ache. I always have.”
He skimmed his thumb over her clit, toying with her. “I like you aching for me. But not when I’m gone. Did you use the skills I taught you before I left last time? Did you put your fingers in your pussy and make yourself feel good?”
Her head fell back against the pillow, her brown hair spreading out across the sheets. “Yes.”
God, he would have loved to have seen that. “More than once?”
“Yes.” She writhed.
“Good girl. Want me to make you feel good now?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “But I want to make you feel good, too.”
“Don’t worry, pretty girl, you will.” He dropped a kiss on her plump mound.
Funny, when he’d been a kid, his old man had always warned him against being led around by his dick. He’d railed about the evils of women, especially when he’d been deep into his Crown and Coke. But One-Mile didn’t mind at all that his world seemed to revolve now around this one woman and her pussy. She was his life. His pleasure would come from her. His children would be birthed from her.
This pussy was his, just like she was.
With a hungry hum, he raked his tongue up her juicy slit, gratified when she bent her knees wider for him as he continued kissing his way up her body. He lingered on her belly, letting her know that he loved her and he loved their son. Then he wended his way back to her breasts, curling his tongue around them as he pressed a pair of fingers inside her and teased her distended clit with his thumb.
Her body went taut. He could see her heartbeat throbbing at her neck and her fair skin flushing with arousal. She wouldn’t last long. Neither would he.
“This is the first night of the rest of our lives,” he murmured against her skin. “I want to spend it inside you.”
“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her head to kiss him.
Her mouth was a distraction he’d never regret. No matter what he was doing or where he was going, if she offered him this mouth, he was going to take it.
One-Mile nipped at her soft lower lip, then slid inside. She tasted as sweet as the wedding cake she’d eaten earlier. He moaned, drowned, and happily lost himself as she put her arms around him. Then she urged him onto his back.
To humor her, he rolled to a prone position. “Want something, pretty girl?”
She nodded. “You always give me pleasure from head to toe. I want to do the same to you.”
He folded his hands under his head with a wicked grin. “You want to touch me? You go right ahead.”
“Anywhere?”
“Everywhere. It’s all yours…”
“It better be, mister.” She shot him a playful grin.
He smirked back as she bent and slid her pouty lips across his jawline, breathed on his neck, then nipped at his ear before she whispered, “When I touched myself, all I could think of was you. The thumbs grazing my nipples were yours. My fingertips gliding down my skin were yours, too. And when I stroked myself…”
The cocky grin slid off his face. “You thought of me when you touched your clit?”
“Every time.”
Her purr in his ear, coupled with her touch skimming his torso like the most elusive tease, made him shudder. “Yeah?”
“Yes. And I sometimes lay in bed at night, fantasizing about of all the ways I’d touch you if you came back to me.”
“All of them?” He swallowed hard.
“Over and over.” She pinched his nipple.
He sucked in a breath, feeling a jolt of pleasure all through his body. “Oh, baby. You’re not my shy thing anymore.”
She shook her head, the satisfied female grin she wore a temptation in itself. “Between your seduction and the pregnancy hormones, you’ve created a monster.”
Hot damn. “Show me.”
Her smile merely widened, then she dragged her lips down to his pecs, nipping at the flat discs of his nipples as her teasing fingers swirled around his abs, played in his navel, then toyed with the button on his pants. “You’re overdressed.”
Holy shit, she was raising his blood pressure. “Couldn’t agree more.”
One-Mile shucked everything he wore in record time. His cock ached for her, and he resisted the urge to lead her hand down. He wanted to see how bold she would get on her own because he was definitely enjoying this. Not that it would last. He loved seducing his pretty girl and making her blush too much to give that up.
“Think I won’t show you?” Her smile was almost smug as she bent her
