At her ragged voice, his cock twitches like a son of a bitch. It wants out, wants more, but he wills it to play down-boy.
“Sit,” he commands.
Without argument, she does, her face exultant.
On the edge of the bed, she positions herself, all regal elegance, slim lines, and small stomach. Her long blond hair drips down her shoulders. Solomon moves between her legs, gripping her hips to jerk her into him before taking her breast in his mouth. Tessie arches under his touch, going limp, and he palms the small of her back to hold her up. Her eyes are closed, a pink flush on her cheeks as he traces her breast, the hard bead of her nipple, with his mouth.
A moan of consternation falls from her bee-stung lips when he finally pulls away.
Placing a gentle palm on the channel of her chest, he lays her on the bed. “Stay,” he orders.
Once more, he gets between her thighs, this time spreading her knees.
He plans to scratch every itch she has. Starting with this one.
He presses a hand against the sheer mesh of her panties. He feels her pulse against him, feels her slick wetness. Her juices drip down her thighs. Dipping his head, Solomon licks up a line of her sweetness, a soft mewl coming from the woman on the bed.
“Is this okay?” he asks, lifting his head.
Tessie props herself on her elbows and peers over her belly, eyes bright, her mouth a pink pulse of yes, yes, yes.
Solomon’s cock surges in his pants as he presses his lips to her soft pussy. Jesus Christ. She’s so damn wet. And goddamn, does she taste good. He shakes as he inhales her feminine scent. He wants it in his beard. The smell of her. The kind of scent that brands him, leashes him.
Hooking a thumb in the waistband of her panties, he drags them off and over her toned legs, groaning at what he sees. A waxed landing strip. Delicate blond hair. Slipping his broad hands beneath her ass, he briefly curses himself for the roughness of his calluses on her velvet skin. He pulls her closer, into him, and then glues his mouth to her pussy. Sticking a tongue into her sweet softness has Tessie whining his name. Her hands, her nails, tear at his hair, and at the rough sensation, Solomon damn near explodes.
Still, he keeps it together. She’s a dream. His dream. And he’s determined to make her enjoy every damn minute of this. She deserves it.
Tessie’s hungry, and he’s gonna feed her.
He works her over with his tongue, making smooth concentric circles on her clit. The rise of her body leads him. He takes her higher, brings her to the edge, and then pulls back. She cries out, the sharp sound snapping him like a whip. Her knuckles are white as she grips the sheet corner, her breath coming in small puffs of air, her lips a pink O of desire.
Solomon growls, her pleasure feeding his, and then molds his mouth to her clit and sucks.
A shocked cry rips from Tessie’s mouth. Her hips arch, her body bucks, and she’s rising off the bed, levitating, her form a tremble of ecstasy, before she goes limp on the bed.
She lies there for a few long seconds, her eyes closed, a smile on her face.
Solomon straightens up and waits for her.
Tessie, her expression glazed, sits up. She sways for a long minute. The flush she wears on her cheeks carries across her collarbone, her breasts.
A grin Solomon hasn’t felt in a long time overtakes his face.
Then, looking like a hot-as-sin carnivorous angel, Tessie lifts her arms and reaches for him. “More,” she pants. “More.”
Solomon comes to her outstretched arms like a beckoning.
A beginning.
The sight of his six-foot-four frame looming over her has her nipples tightening. His eyes are dark and hungry; he’s a man locked on a target. The veins in his arms corded wires she wants to suck on. To lick. Be electrified by. She’s already halfway there.
As he approaches, his face is stoic, but the bulge in his board shorts is obvious.
She smiles. She’s still got it. Pregnant or not. And she’s never felt so sexy. The way he ripped that dress from her body. Like that Tessie she was searching for in the Bear’s Ear bar. No inhibitions. Ready to ask for what she wanted—not just in her career, but in her life.
Now. Now she’s pregnant, sprawled naked on the bed with the biggest, most bearded man she’s ever seen.
Solomon dips, bracing his palms on the bed, his arms caging her in.
She shivers.
He’s built like a tank. The words that work their way out of him are gruff. “Now what?”
An ungodly groan comes out of her mouth.
“We kiss. I need the dopamine,” she gasps before attacking his mouth. The lips that meet hers are warm and full and taste of salt and beer and her. His broad hands tangle in her hair, gentle, ever so gentle.
Her body simmering with impatience, Tessie claws at his shirt like a horny pregnant hell beast. God. She can’t get enough. He’s like drinking water.
But hot. He’s so hot and she’s burning alive.
She moans, threading her hands through his dark hair, reveling in the way he kisses her down to her overworked and overwrought soul.
He tastes like the mountains. Pine and icy air. His kiss dry tinder igniting through her bones.
God. She can’t wrap her spinning mind around it. Who’d have thought this mountain caveman would be all smooth moves and clever fingers? Hot tears threaten to fill her eyes. It’s been so long since she’s felt sexy. Cared for. Happy. She wants to break down and bawl like a baby. But she can’t. Not yet.
Because she’s horny as hell.
She came once, and goddamn if she isn’t going to come again.
One night. Get him out of her system. Get laid. Because sweet horny Lord, if she doesn’t, she’s going to spontaneously combust.
Tessie pulls back and gets up on her knees. “Sex, Solomon.” She tugs at his arm, writhes on the bed, desperate for him. Makes grabby hands. Always grabby hands for Solomon. Her body feels like it’s on a paint shaker set at max speed. “Sex. Now.”
A chuckle rolls out of him. “Easy, baby. I got you.”
Eyes on her, he stands, straightens his broad shoulders, and then makes quick work of his clothes.
Off goes his shirt. His rugged frame looms in front of her. Tattoos cover his chiseled arms, like vines wrapped around taut, tan muscle. Brightly colorful, a strange contrast to his handsome, serious face.
Her jaw drops at the same time her gaze does.
His board shorts are gone. A painful-looking erection stands at attention like a yes-sir soldier. Her eyes bug. He’s huge.
Hers.
She shakes off the thought.
Not hers. No.
This is just a favor. A really, really feel-good favor.
Her hands fly to her belly. God, he’s gonna split her in half.
Solomon curses. “Shit. I don’t have a condom.”
“I can’t get pregnant.” She bites her lip, hoping he doesn’t change his mind. If he does, she’ll absolutely explode. “I’m clean. I’ve had all the tests.”
He swallows, still staring at her. “I haven’t been with anyone since you, Tessie.”
She shivers at the weight of his words. They’re just words. And yet, they’re heavy. With possibility. Need. Reverence.
And against every anti-love objection in her body, she adores them.
Stepping up, Solomon clutches her tight in his arms. “Is this going to hurt you?” he rasps, his eyes soft as he watches her in concern.
“No. I don’t know.” She considers it, laughs. “I’ve never had pregnant-sex before.” Wiggling in his arms, she extends a leg like a gymnast testing its flexibility. “I don’t even know how. . .”
A rare half grin splits his lips. “We’ll figure it out.”
And then the bed’s shifting and she’s swaying, but she’s steadied, caught by Solomon’s big hands gripping her thighs and pulling her on top of him to straddle his waist.
“This comfortable, baby?”
On top?
A rush of a pleased breath tears out of her. “Yes,” she says, scooting into a prime position. He makes a pained sound in the back of his throat as she runs her wetness across his thigh, like a mark of her territory. A claiming that breaks all the rules, all the boundaries.
Just tonight. Just sex.
Tessie tips forward to kiss him but is stopped by her belly. A laugh bubbles out of her. “So no foreplay, then?”