“Mmm, yes.”
I settled in, devouring her pussy until she arched up and cried out as her orgasm swept through her.
As she came down, I moved up her body, sliding inside her as I took her hands, lifting them over her head. I lay over her and looked down on her lovely, flushed face.
Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze capturing mine. God, how I wanted to tell her that I loved her. That I’d always loved her. That I always would love her.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Kate
I was a coward. Ever since I read the positive response on the pregnancy test, not just on the one Lucy brought me or the one I'd had in my purse, but also, the confirmation from the doctor I’d quickly arranged to see, I'd been trying to figure out how to tell Sam.
At first, I couldn't figure out why I was hesitant. While he hadn't said it in so many words, the words he had said made it sound like he wanted me to give him another chance. But even if he wanted a relationship beyond sex, that didn’t mean he was thinking of us in the long term.
Ultimately, I determined there were two reasons for my resistance, and to a certain extent, they contradicted each other. The first had to do with the fact that despite having fallen for him all over again, or perhaps I'd always loved him, the walls and roadblocks I’d erected to keep my heart safe were gone.
Those guards had been put up for a reason, and that reason still made me nervous.
He left me before. He could leave me again.
But if I told him I was pregnant, he would do the right thing, just like he’d done for Sandra. But I didn't want Sam simply because he was doing the right thing. I needed to know he wanted to be with me because he wanted me, not out of an obligation to our baby.
Then there was the fact that while he had done the right thing for Sandra, she seemed to be out of the picture now. Had he left her? If he had, that meant even if he did the right thing now, he could still leave later, which was the root of all my fear. I didn't want to give him all of me again, only for him to leave me.
When I refused the champagne, I worried he might catch on that I was pregnant. I suppose that would have been a good thing since I was having a hard time telling him. He believed the way I was acting was due to nerves, which were definitely there.
But my nervousness at meeting his parents was second to being confused about how to deal with telling him about the baby.
Going to bed gave me an excuse to put it off. I slept a few hours and then woke up watching Sam sleep next to me. My heart ached to have everything back that we had lost five years ago. Having his baby could make that happen. But again, how would I ever be sure that we had what we had before if the reason we were together was for a child and not for us?
When he woke, his eyes stared at me with worry. He could tell something was up. He still seemed to think it was nerves about meeting his parents. I should have told him about the baby then, but then he was touching me, trying to settle my nerves, and instead of doing the right thing, I surrendered my body to him.
He’d given me a satisfying orgasm and was now inside me, looking down on me intently. I had a sense of déjà vu. Five years ago, he used to look at me the same way during sex. He usually told me he loved me, but this time, he only held my gaze.
I brought my hand up, pressing it to his cheek. I loved this man. There was no protecting myself anymore. I was in too deep.
“Fuck me,” I said.
He smiled. “I thought that was what I was doing.” He withdrew and slid in again.
I wrapped my legs around his hips. “More.”
He kissed me, moving his hips slow and steady at first, but soon, we were rocking together, reaching for pleasure together.
“Yes... Fuck, Kate... come, baby, come. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
His words supercharged the sensation, sending me flying over the edge into ultimate pleasure. He cried out, driving in and out of me as his orgasm washed through him.
We lay entwined, his body seeped in mine for several long minutes.
“Kate?”
“Hmm?”
He lifted his head, looking down on me again. Emotion filled his eyes. Was he going to tell me he loved me? My heart raced, both wanting and dreading hearing the words. Despite not being able to keep from falling, I still wanted to keep my heart safe.
“Thank you for coming home with me.”