Page 176 of Slapshot Bride

“Baby…” I whisper against her lips, knowing I won’t be able to hold back if we don’t stop.

“Shhh…” She places a finger on my lips. “I want you…”

She doesn’t need to say the words twice.

My hands find her waist, and I roll over until she’s underneath me, legs wrapping around my waist to hold me in place. That makes me laugh. She smiles too, and she looks so beautiful like this.

Underneath me. Hair sprawled across my pillow, my t-shirt rolled up to her waist, leaving her bare to me. Eyes glinting, and pupils dilated with need.

I let my gaze roam down her body, and the sight leaves my cock pulsing with need.

I missed this…

My hand grabs her waist, squeezing, and I lean in, taking her lips for another kiss. I know I’m going to spend the rest of the night worshipping this body.

This body that is carrying my child. Our child.

40

RILEY

Will You Be My Girlfriend?

Iwake up slowly, to warmth, and to a mouth between my thighs.

For a second I don’t understand what’s happening. I’m half in a dream, and then the dream sharpens into a hand spreading my thighs wider and a tongue moving against me, unhurried, like he’s got all the time in the world. I gasp, and my hand finds his hair.

My eyes open, and they land on his. He’s looking up at me from between my legs with a boyish grin on his handsome face.

“Morning,” he says.

“Easton…”

“I’ve got practice in an hour.” He drops a kiss to the inside of my thigh, then goes right back to what he was doing, talking against me. “Figured I’d have breakfast first.”

His tongue slowly circles my clit, and I groan in pleasure. He covers the nub with his mouth and sucks. I shudder with need.

I can’t respond to him. I can’t do anything except hold on to the headboard with one hand and his hair with the other, as he takes his time, the way he always does, until I’m right at the edge of it, shaking, close to orgasm.

He stops. Then he moves up my body, lines his hard cock to my entrance, and slides into me, and I come apart around him the second he’s fully in.

I wince.

He goes still immediately, braced over me on his forearms, searching my face.

“You’re sore from last night.” He studies my face. Then leans in for a kiss. “Baby, I’m sorry, we don’t have to…”

He starts to pull back.

I lock my legs around him and hold him where he is.

“Don’t you dare,” I breathe.

“Riley—”

“I want it. I’m fine. Stay, please.”

He looks at me for a second longer, still not moving, and I can see him deciding whether to believe me.