Page 94 of Three Months Yesterday

I groan, letting my head drop to her chest, the words ingraining themselves upon my ribs. Her fingers slide into my hair, nails scratching across my scalp and the sensation ripples down my spine. I breathe against her, trying to collect myself. I’m scattered, completely unmade and remade entirely around her.

When I lift my head, my eyes meet hers. “I’ve never had sex without a condom and I haven’t been with anyone since my last check-up.”

Her gaze holds mine, her fingers moving over the stubble lining my jaw. “I got tested at my first OB appointment, and I obviously can’t get pregnant while I already am.” She smirks, and I love that she’s joking at a moment like this, but the idea of being bare inside, of spilling my cum inside her makes my already hard cock pulse with need and something deeper—the innate certainty that I want to mark her, claim her as mine, and bind her to me in every way that matters.

I search her face, looking for any sign of doubt. “You’re sure?”

“I need to feel you. All of you.”

I can’t help the growl that escapes my throat, the sound coming from somewhere deep and primal.

I take my time undressing her, starting with her shirt. Standing, I pull Madison up to sit on the edge of her bed and lift her shirt up over her head. I find her bare beneath and the sight makes me groan again, low and helpless.

“Lie back and scoot up the bed,” I demand in a low voice, my eyes glued to hers as I follow her.

I pepper kisses across her chest, between the valley of her breasts and down the plane of her stomach, only stopping when I reach the growing curve of her belly. I rest my hands on either side of her, my touch gentle and reverent as I press a kiss right in the center.

Her breath hitches, and I look up at her.

“I can’t wait to meet him,” I say, my voice thick. “I can’t wait to be part of his life.”

She reaches for me, pulling me up her body for a kiss that’s deep and searching. A kiss that tastes like something that scares me in the best way. Like hope and home and everything I knew I was missing but didn’t know I could find again until she walked into my life.

When she pulls back, her eyes are bright. “You’re an amazing man,” she whispers. “I don’t deserve you, but I’m not letting you go.”

Her hands hold my face, but I shake my head all the same. “If anyone isn’t deserving, it’s me of you.”

Our lips meet and everything between us grows heated. She pulls at the back of my shirt and I sit back on my heels, lifting the shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere else. Her fingers trail down my chest, tracing over my abs, and I watch her face as she takes me in, memorizing the way she looks at me like I’m something worth keeping.

“Why are you so hot?” she says through a shallow breath.

I can’t help but smirk. There’s something so heady about the look in her eyes. Standing from the bed, I undo my jeans and push them down my legs along with my boxers in one swift motion, leaving me naked before her.

Her eyes widen at the sight of my straining hard cock, already leaking precum for her. She moans, low and involuntary, the sound going straight through me and making my cock pulse again.

I reach for her leggings and she lifts her hips, letting me peel them—and her panties—down her legs. When she’s bare before me, I can’t help but stop and stare. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

“How did I get so lucky?” The words are husky, barely recognizable through my need for her.

“Beckett,” she pleads, as she teases me letting her legs fall open, letting me see the glistening slit between her thighs.

I groan at the sight. “Is that all for me?”

“Yes.” She draws out the word on a hissed breath.

I crawl up the bed, prowling over her. It’s slow and tortuous, but it’s everything I need. I take my time kissing my way up her body, prolonging the thing we need most. The inside of her ankle, her calf, the little dimple on her knee, the soft skin of her inner thigh. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I have to hold myself back from devouring her. I’ve never craved the taste of a woman before, but it’s like Madison has changed my brain chemistry.

Transfixed by the sight, I run a finger through her soaked center, the touch featherlight, but her body still jolts at the sensation.

“Beckett,” she whines, and I love the sound.

My eyes meet hers, and the heat I find there has me throwing all my plans out the window. I settle myself between her legs, pushing her thighs wide and hooking a leg over my shoulder. My gaze stays locked on her, making sure she knows exactly what my intentions are.

Then I devour her.

“Beckett,” she gasps, her head falling back, a broken sound escaping her throat.

I pull back just enough to speak. “Eyes on me while I fuck you with my tongue.”