He dipped his mouth to mine and kissed me before saying, “Yeah?”
I exhaled a frustrated breath. “Are you going to fuck me or are you just going to let your dick fall asleep inside me?”
He pulled his face away from mine and a sexy grin spread across his lips. “I fuckin’ love it when you talk dirty to me, baby.”
I raised my brows. “Well?”
He pulled his cock out and slowly entered me again, going as deep as he could before rocking himself inside me for a moment. “So fuckin’ demanding,” he muttered.
His slow moves were excruciatingly pleasurable. I loved the change to his usual pace, but I craved his hard and fast ways.
I need him to fuck me.
And make me come.
He held himself over me, hands planted either side of my body, and continued his slow and deep torture. His eyes glazed over with satisfaction and every now and then, he grunted as he tried to delay his orgasm.
“That feel good, baby?” he asked as he began to pick up the pace.
My core clenched as I tried to focus. It feels so damn good, I can hardly concentrate. “Yes,” I panted.
He lowered his body a little and I clung to him as he began thrusting harder and faster.
Yes.
Oh God, yes.
Bliss overtook my mind and body, and I focused all my attention on Scott and the orgasm he was giving me.
So close.
Oh, fuck.
I rocked harder with him.
Nearly there.
Please.
Now.
I gripped him tighter, trying desperately to get the orgasm to shatter through my body.
Come on.
“Fuck!” he roared as he came.
I rocked harder again.
Frantic.
Please.
I need it now.
“Scott…oh God, yes!” I screamed out as I orgasmed.
Finally.
My toes curled and I kept clinging to Scott as my release lit every one of my nerve endings. So damn good.
We held each other while we came down from the high, catching our breaths and riding out the waves of pleasures.
When Scott collapsed onto the bed beside me, he rested his hand on my stomach, and said, “Morning, sweetheart.”
I softly laughed while rolling onto my side and snuggling against him. As I rested my head on his shoulder, he placed his arm around me to hold me close.
I loved this time with him. That feeling of being joined, and the connection of our souls, centred me and reminded me of how loved I was. It reminded me I had so many things to be thankful for. It also reminded me I wasn’t in my struggle alone.
“I’m scared,” I whispered, finally giving voice to my fear.
He turned his face and watched me silently for a moment. “Of losing the baby?”
I swallowed back the tears that threatened. I’d done enough crying over the past few months, I didn’t want to cry any more. “Yes.”
He shifted so he was facing me, our bodies chest-to-chest. Running his fingers through my hair, he said, “I know. But we’re going to do this together, Harlow. You’re going to keep talking to me about that fear, and I’m going to be here for you every step of the way. And no matter what happens, we’ll face it, and deal with it. Together.”
His eyes searched mine, probably seeking some kind of acknowledgement that I would do this with him, and not shut him out again. I needed to give him that. I needed him to know I would never shut him out ever again.
I nodded, and then I gave him something I should have given him months ago. “Will you come with me to my next appointment with Jane? I want to talk this out with her and I think it would be good for both of us to be involved in that conversation.” I’d never asked him to attend any of my psychology appointments because I’d always felt like it was my problem and so I should deal with it myself. But I’d come a long way, and now I realised that my problems were Scott’s problems, too.
“I’ll be there,” he replied, and even though he’d only said three words, I knew those three words had deep meaning for him.
Leaning into him, I brushed a kiss across his lips. “Thank you.”
Hope soared in my heart. I was scared, but Scott helped empower me to believe I could get through this. We would get through this.
* * *
“Call me when you’re ready to be picked up,” Scott said after I kissed him goodbye later that morning. I had a hair appointment scheduled and he’d insisted on bringing me. Since the incidents with Rogue and Bourne, he’d hardly let me out of his sight and I figured making sure I got to my appointment safely was just another way for him to feel reassured of my safety. I would give him that; I’d give him whatever he needed because he gave me so much.
“I will, but won’t you be busy with the club today?”
“Only this morning. By the time you finish here, I’ll have time.”
“Okay, baby, I’ll see you then.”
He jerked his chin at Roxie’s shop, letting me know he’d wait for me to go inside. With one last kiss, I left him, loving the fact his eyes were on me as I walked away. Scott made me feel ten times the woman I was just by the way he loved me.