Page 205 of Buy Back My Love

I looked down at our hands because, damn, I hadn’t really thought about that part. “I think so.”

“You think?”

“I don’t know, Van. I ain’t done it yet.”

That made him laugh.

“Shut up.”

“I ain’t laughing at you.”

“Yes, you are.”

He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. “If something hurt, we stop.”

“Okay.”

“If you change your mind, we stop.”

“I know.”

“And…”

“Oh my God, Evander, kiss me before I lose my nerve.”

That finally shut him up. He leaned in and kissed me, slow at first, one hand settling at my waist. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer, and whatever patience he had been holding onto loosened a little. His mouth opened over mine as he eased me down against the pillows, his hand sliding from my waist to my ass.

I had missed this, and not just getting off because Van had handled that plenty of times. I missed being able to kiss him and let things go wherever they went without my pregnancy sitting in the back of my mind.

His mouth moved along my jaw and down my neck before he kissed lower. His hands followed, moving over the lace until his fingers found the clasp of my bra.

I lifted my back off the mattress to help him, and Van unhooked it, sliding the straps down my arms before tossing it somewhere beside the bed.

The second my breasts were bare, his eyes dropped to them.

“Just remember they got milk in them.”

His mouth twitched. “I remember.”

Then he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth.

My back came off the bed. “Oh, damn.”

Van didn’t rush. He kept his mouth there, sucking slowly while his hand moved up to cup my other breast. His thumb passed over my nipple before he pinched it lightly, and the little sting went straight between my legs.

“Van.”

He made a low sound against me and sucked harder, and that was when I felt it.

Milk had leaked from the breast in his hand and was running over his fingers. My whole body tensed as I looked down at him, waiting for him to pull back or make a face, but he didn’t.

Instead, Van moved to the other breast and dragged his tongue over my nipple before taking it into his mouth too. When his teeth caught it in a soft little nibble, I grabbed the back of his head.

“Oh, fuck.”

More milk leaked against his tongue, and Van swallowed without pulling away. The fact that he just kept sucking made my pussy get wetter almost immediately.

I had spent three months treating my breasts like equipment. They fed Myles, filled bottles, leaked through shirts, and woke me up sore whenever I went too long without pumping. Half the time, I didn’t even think of them as something sexual anymore.