His bare legs rubbed against hers. Her breath caught, held in her lungs and she arched up, that desperate, hungry need starting to coil inside her. Marin slid her hands down his chest, feeling his chest hair against her hands. She tugged on it lightly and he grunted, muttering her name. He pushed his knee between her thighs and the feel of him moving against her had her arching higher, trying to get closer.
She had the fanciful thought that he could dissolve inside her and it wouldn’t be enough. Continuing the downward path with her hands, she caught his hips and pulled demandingly. Sebastien caught her wrists, dragging them up.
“In such a rush.” He nuzzled her neck before lifting his face up to meet her eyes.
She didn’t want to look at him, though. She felt more than naked with him like this—she felt exposed.
Curling her legs around his hips, she stared at him from under her lashes. “Yes. I am. Are you going to make me wait?”
“Witch.”
He moved high and when she felt the head of his cock, she gasped. One more move had him gliding back and forth between the wet folds of her sex and Marin whimpered, arching up to take him deeper.
Her eyes drifted closed and she fell into a sea of sensation and hot, molten pleasure.
“No,” Sebastien whispered as he started to pull back. “Don’t look away. Don’t close me out.”
Forcing her eyes to open, she stared at him. He pulled out and surged back in, deeper, harder and the aching need inside her spread, growing until she knew it would swallow her whole. She clutched at his hand, her nails biting into his skin.
Even when his mouth took hers in another deep, drugging kiss, she couldn’t look away.
He didn’t, either.
It was madness and bliss, and he rode her hard, pushing them straight into the heart of it.
She exploded, dissolving into sensation.
Sebastien raced along after her, all but chasing the orgasm, and when his cock swelled, then pulsed inside her, she whimpered, twisting against him. It was too much. Too much.
***
They lay side by side in the darkness. Sebastien was on his side and he had the flat of his hand spread over her belly.
Marin would have been over the moon happy if she could just figure out how Sebastien felt.
She’d been afraid for so long and now . . .
“How did you feel when you found out?” Sebastien asked in the dark.
“I . . .” Frowning, she thought through the question and realized it was one she hadn’t really considered much.
Had she thought about how she’d felt?
She’d known how she felt especially after a few days and the time to think it all through. She wanted the baby, was more excited about him, was more excited than she could ever recall being about anything.
“I was . . . happy.” The smile came unbidden. She looked toward his face, realizing her eyes had adjusted well enough that she could see him despite the dim light that filtered in. “I am happy. I . . . well, I haven’t told my folks yet, but I know they’ll be happy, too.”
He put his hands on her belly and started to rub in slow circles.
She turned her face toward his. “What about you?”
Sebastien didn’t know how to put what he was feeling into words. He’d never been particularly good when it came to explaining himself. He could make a character come alive; people who didn’t even exist—well, he could make those people relatable to millions of viewers. But one on one? When it came to things that mattered? He knew how to be charming in interviews and he knew how to say the things people wanted to hear, but all of that was shallow shit.
How could he tell Marin that he’d spent the past couple of months reading up about babies and pregnancy and that he could tell that sometimes her back bothered her already and he knew she wasn’t sleeping too great lately? Well, he could tell her but he’d sound like a fucking stalker.
Uncertain, he flattened his hand over her belly and slid his eyes up to her face. “I told you earlier. I don’t think words can cover what I’m feeling.”
Faint light from the narrow slit in the curtains fell across her face and he could just make out her eyes. A faint smile curled her lips and she moved in closer. As she snuggled up against him, he tucked her head under his chin and closed his eyes.
They could make this work.
Damn. He was going to be a dad.
***
Phone calls at four in the morning weren’t welcome. Having somebody knock on the door was slightly less annoying, but only slightly. Marin was still trying to knuckle the sleep out of her eyes when she realized Sebastien was already at the door, speaking to somebody in a low voice.
She forced herself upright and grabbed her robe from the foot of her bed, slipping into it just as he closed the door.
“What was that?”
“Somebody from the front desk.” He came toward her and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her in close.
Heat pierced the fog of sleep as he untied the belt and slid his hands around her waist, drawing her in closer.
“What’d they want?” She was trying to focus and he was busy trying to distract her.
“Message from Sojo. We’ve got the next four days off.” The words were spoken against her belly and she caught her breath as he went lower, his tongue coming out to stab at her clit through her curls.