“Yeah,” he whispered roughly against my ear. “We fit better.”
I licked his shoulder and nibbled on his tough skin. He growled low in his chest and slowly moved his hand down my side, pulling my thigh so my right leg draped over him.
I smiled. “Careful, honey. That’s how I got in this condition to begin with.”
His mouth grazed my shoulder, and he worked his way up the curve of my neck. I panted, desire burning so hot that my nipples ached. It had been months since we’d last been intimate, and I desperately hoped this wouldn’t end as it usually did—with a few small kisses on my lips and him getting up to leave.
When I reached up to put my arms around his neck, he unlatched my bra.
“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” I said in a heavy breath.
Austin set me on fire when he ran his tongue across my breast and drew in my nipple. “I crave you,” he whispered, his voice filled with need. “Every minute of every day. I crave nothing else but taking you in all kinds of ways. Christ, Lexi. I don’t think I can stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
His thumb latched around my panties and pulled them down. I nearly climaxed at just the thought of what we were about to do. We kissed as if starved for sex, our bodies rediscovering each other in a way that felt familiar and foreign all at once.
I wanted to roll on top of him but failed miserably.
“Ow.”
He stopped. “Am I hurting you?”
“Your elbow is on my hair.”
Austin moved like a predator down my body, looking up at me with those wanton eyes as he placed hot kisses across my belly. He took off his pants and then hovered over me, lightly resting his body on mine but using his arms to prop himself up.
I parted my legs and felt the blunt head of his erection pressing against me and seeking entrance. He was as hard as a diamond, and images flashed in my mind of the fantasies I’d had over the past several months about Austin taking me. He drove into me with slow precision. Our eyes locked, and that union grew so intense and pleasurable that the world could have crumbled around us and it wouldn’t have mattered.
He kissed me softly—reverently. I shivered when his hand slid from my hip to my breast, his fingers rolling my sensitive nipple until it hardened.
“Turn over,” he said, pushing me gently to my right side.
Austin entered me from behind, slow and true. While we were normally combustible in the throes of passion, this was a gentle love—a moment that marked the end of our innocence as young lovers. This was the last time we’d ever make love as the old Lexi and Austin—the couple that existed before children changed the very core of who we were to become.
“I love you,” I whispered, his kisses tickling the back of my neck as he rocked into me.
His pace quickened, as did our breaths, and I burned hotter.
No words.
Austin loved talking during sex, but we had transcended beyond the need for words in this moment. I’d never felt more alive—more loved—and Austin stimulated nerves I thought had gone into hibernation.
He curved his arm around my belly and touched every place on my body that I should have been insecure about but wasn’t. Austin made me feel sexy. His teeth scraped the back of my neck, and I groaned, the tight pulses of my release intensifying.
He moved hard and fast, and I gripped his left hand to anchor myself. I needed to cry out, but it wasn’t safe, so I whimpered in frustration.
“Don’t move,” he said in a rough voice. “I’ll take care of you. I know what you like… I know what you need.” I thought I also heard him say something about me being wet, but his words began to mix with primal growls.
Austin buried himself deep, his pace slowing and becoming more sensual. A feverish desire licked over my body, and every muscle clenched when I came—a burst of pleasure rippling through me so suddenly that I gasped and pushed against him.
He cursed under his breath. “Keep doing that.”
So I pushed my backside against him harder, and he stilled for only a moment, his fingernails biting into my hip.
Austin made his final series of thrusts, every muscle tensing before he collapsed behind me. After a moment, he pulled out, and I looked over my shoulder. We fell into a deep kiss, our tongues moving in a slow dance.
He finally broke away and tucked a pillow behind my head so I could roll over. I gazed up at the ceiling, my heart still pounding against my chest.
“Each time I think it won’t get better than that, it gets better,” he said, opening a bottle of water and guzzling it down.
I glanced at my round belly. “I’m not a woman anymore. I’m an obstacle course.”
He chuckled. “Damn right. And I feel like I just won gold.”
I slapped his chest with the back of my hand as he scooted next to me, tracing his finger over the slope of my belly.
“I didn’t think you’d want it in your condition,” he murmured.
Seriously? That man had no idea.
“Austin, you should take your own advice and eat something. We don’t need our Packmaster fainting from malnutrition.”