And Sadie knew it because she lifted her knee and ran it up and down his shaft. She ran her hand across his abs and over his rib cage, spreading tiny prickles of delight across his skin. For the longest time, foreplay had been a means to a happy ending, but touching Sadie, being caressed by her, was something he could do even without the earth-shattering orgasm at the end of it.
Of course, since he was a guy, he preferred it to end with its natural, satisfying conclusion.
Rolling out from under her, Carrick rested his head in his hand and asked Sadie to roll onto her back. She did so without any shyness, revealing her naked body to his hungry eyes. Her breasts were perfectly round, her nipples a sexy pink. Her stomach was still flat and sometimes he forgot that his child was growing inside her, that beneath the layers of muscle and skin, a little human carrying his genes was, hopefully, flourishing.
Carrick sat up and bent his head to drop a kiss on her stomach, just below her navel, wanting a small connection between himself and the child he’d played a part in creating.
Then Sadie’s scent, warm and musky and aroused, drifted up to him and Carrick forgot about babies and pregnancy, his thoughts moving on to how quickly he could have Sadie on the edge of orgasm.
He knew he could straddle her now. He could slide into her and she’d welcome his weight, but he wanted to go slow, to treat her like she was infinitely precious and wonderful.
Carrick ran his hand over her mons, lifting his head to suck a nipple, pulling it against the roof of his mouth. Sadie’s back arched and he felt her hands in his hair and heard her breathy moans, looking for more.
Expecting him to give it to her...
Beneath him, her knees fell apart, her legs shifting to accommodate him, and he smiled, loving the fact that Sadie wanted him as much as he wanted her. But this morning he needed to go slow, to nibble and suck and tease.
Carrick’s mouth drifted down her sternum, did a detour over her rib cage and he dipped his tongue into her belly button, loving the little swirl of skin. Placing his hands on the inside of her thighs, holding her legs apart, he placed his nose on her strip of skin, inhaling her essence—salty, sweet, all Sadie.
He moved down, but ignored her lifted hips, holding her thighs so that he remained in control. Enjoying her soft skin under his fingertips, he ran his tongue down the ridge between femininity and her thigh, smiling at her frustrated growl.
He knew what she wanted, what she needed, but he now knew her well enough to push her, to make her wait, to build her up so she would shatter.
And he wanted her to do that on his tongue, in his mouth...
Carrick swiped his tongue over her and Sadie launched herself up, pushing herself into his mouth, demanding more, demanding all he had. He rubbed his lips across her, sucking that small bundle of nerves and lifting his hands up to cover her breasts, to pull her nipples into hard points. She was the one who was being pleasured but it was he who couldn’t get enough; he who was insatiable. He felt Sadie’s fingers tugging his hair and, knowing that she was close, sucked her gently and felt her shiver.
Every muscle in her body contracted as tremors rushed over her skin. Wanting to give her more, he sucked her again and she screamed.
And groaned. And called his name.
Yeah, job well-done, Carrick thought as he crawled up her to rest his weight on the forearms he placed on either side of her head.
“Open your eyes, Dr. Slade,” he teased.
She did, and foggy blue smacked him in the heart, causing his breath to stop in his throat. She was so damn beautiful but never more so than when she was flushed with pleasure, bleary-eyed from an intense orgasm.
It was his favorite look on her.
Carrick pushed her hair off her glistening forehead, his thumbs tracing the delicate arch of her brows, sweeping over those impossibly long eyelashes.
He could stare at her forever...
Uncomfortable with the thought, Carrick pushed his way inside her, sighing when he slid into warmth and wonderfulness.
This, he thought when he was deeply seated within her, this was something else he could do for the rest of his life.
Moving in her, hearing her sigh, then her moan, feeling her respond to him despite having multiple orgasms a minute before made him feel...yeah, invincible.
Powerful.
Yes, this was what he was damn good at.
Thishe could do...