“Sex isn’t—”
He presses a finger to my lips. “We fight, and then we have sex. Those are the rules. We can’t have makeup sex today if we’re both wearing clothes.”
“And tomorrow?” I ask, knowing I can’t fall into bed with him again if he’s going to show me the door then ignore me again until he needs to get off.
“Tomorrow?” He gives me a slow devious smile, one I’ve seen many times. “Tomorrow I wake you up with my mouth on your clit. Tomorrow I gag you on my cock.”
Still all sexual actions, and they don’t give me the greatest feeling. I know he’ll make me come. I know he’ll give me as much pleasure as I can handle, but then what?
“Right now—”
“Right now, I’m going to make love to you. Right now,” he says pulling me into his condo and closing the door, “I’m going to show you with my body exactly how I feel.”
“Words are good, too,” I say, following behind him as he guides us to his bedroom. “I need—”
He cups my cheek, and I notice the twin tremble in his hand that matches my own. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember, Jules, and I’m going to hold you to the babies and marriage promise, but right now I need to be inside of you. I need that connection. I need you to whisper your love for me while looking me in the eye. I need to feel that love on every inch of my body. Now get all those negative thoughts out of your head, and kiss me, baby.”
I’m desperate for him, frantic to give him exactly what he needs because I need the very same.
He chuckles against my mouth, smiling when I attack him like a woman starved.
“Slow down, baby. We have a lifetime.”
Tears are streaming down my face. I know we’ll have to have emotional, possibly painful conversations, but in this moment those things don’t matter.
Love is all that’s being felt right now as he strips my wrap dress from my body, his mouth tugging on my nipple over my lace bra.
By the time he’s lowering his head and pressing his lips to my mildly swollen belly, I’m already euphoric from the attention.
I unclasp my bra as he pulls my panties down my legs, wanting to apologize for already being slick with the slightest amount of attention from him.
“So ready for me,” he says with awe in his voice as he drops to his knees.
I don’t feel an ounce of embarrassment when his thumbs spread me wide and his tongue dips to taste my arousal. I do, however, nearly buckle under the onslaught.
He moans with that very first taste of me, his arms wrapping around my body to keep me on my feet when my legs threaten to forget how to work properly.
“I can’t—” Kit says, standing suddenly, and my heart cracks.
“I’m so sorry. I’ll—”
He clasps his hand at the nape of my neck, drawing me close until my forehead is resting against his.
“Get my cock out, Jules. I can’t wait a second longer.”
My breath hitches, making me wonder how long it’s going to take before my brain stops going straight to the worst-case scenario.
My fingers work into the waistband of his sweats, my eyes dropping as I watch the reveal. His tip is glistening, making my mouth water, but he stops me from lowering to my knees.
“Later,” he promises, kicking his sweats to the side as he steps even closer. My fingers trail down his abdomen, cherishing every single inch of him, before I wrap my hand around his cock.
He grunts, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he watches my face.
“Missed you, baby.”
I press my lips to his with a quick kiss. “Missed you, too.”
“I promise no more walking away when I get upset,” he says, as if he can read my mind.
He’s giving me more than I think he realizes considering my worst fear is losing the ones I love.
I nod, still swarmed with so many emotions.
“Need my cock in you, Jules,” he says, pulling my stroking hand from his cock.
Our mouths meet, the kiss full of every happy emotion in the thesaurus.
But then my brain shuts off, my body’s need taking over.
He lowers us to the bed, doing that sexy as hell thing where he wraps an arm around my back and uses his strength to center me on the bed without having to pull an inch from my body.
I moan into his mouth when the heat and pressure of him touches my most sensitive place.
God, I know I’m going to come so damn quickly that I’ll probably have to apologize, but he shifts back before sliding forward, groaning with his eyes squeezed tight when he slides inside, and I know it’s going to be just as fast for him.