My fingers clawing into her skin, I pushed into her with greater intensity, guiding her on top of me, wanting to feel every inch of her. No matter how fast and deep I went, it still wasn’t enough. I could make love to her for days on end, explore every crevice and dip in her body, and still need more. I was greedy with desire, the months apart making my appetite more voracious. Her skin flush with mine, our two bodies connected, was ecstasy and I could no longer control myself.
Uttering a low moan, I closed my eyes, grunting her name as I released inside her, my orgasm gratifying and intense.
Slowing our movements, we stared at each other and basked in the moment. “I love you, Serafina,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I cupped her face in my hands.
“And I love you, Tyler, lies and all.” She climbed off of me and snuggled up beside me. I pulled the duvet over our sweaty bodies and placed a soft kiss on her head.
“I’m glad you finally found it in your heart to forgive me.”
She sighed, her body relaxing as she toyed with the little tendrils of hair on my chest. “I needed to forgive you,” she replied, her voice light. “Do you have any idea how horny being pregnant makes you?”
“Really?” I stared down at her and she met my eyes.
“Yup. So you better rest up. If you thought my sex drive was something before, you haven’t seen anything.”
“As I’ve said in the past, Miss Delano…” I adjusted my position and hovered over her, rubbing myself against her. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
Mackenzie
A LOW HUM FILLED the comfort of my bedroom, a vibration on my neck sending a shiver through my body. My eyelids fluttered open, the autumn sun streaming into the room on this last Friday in September. The weeks had passed quicker than I expected as I settled into my new normal. Tyler and I saw each other practically every spare moment we had. He worked long days as he investigated what was going on with my father and everything else, in addition to running his club once more. I had asked why he was back there when it was just supposed to be a front. He told me it took his mind off everything and gave him a bit of clarity. I could certainly understand that.
With Tyler back on the island and in my life, I fell into a new routine with surprising ease. He spent every night at my condo…except for Fridays. That was reserved for girls’ night, and I appreciated his understanding that I still needed time with my two best friends, even though he was practically living with me.
Tyler had taken on the role of soon-to-be dad with an excitement I wasn’t expecting. He accompanied me to all my doctor’s appointments, which had become slightly more frequent now that I was in my third trimester. The look of awe on his face the first time he saw our little boy on the ultrasound, hearing his fast little heartbeat, made me fall in love with him a little bit more.
As September came to an end, the humidity that had become almost unbearable finally began to subside. The summer vacationers started to leave the island, and things were beginning to slow down, finally giving me time to prepare for the arrival of Baby Boy Burnham…or Triple B, as we had been calling him…in less than three months.
A hand splayed on my stomach, caressing me, loving me, supporting me as a low moan escaped Tyler’s mouth. I sighed, losing myself in his warmth. He pulled me closer, his lips feathering kisses across my shoulder blades.
“Morning, Mr. Burnham,” I whispered, not wanting to break our moment. Each day I woke in his arms, I fell for my duplicitous mystery man even more. I fell in love with every inch of him all over again. With his eyes. With his mouth. With his arms. With his heart. It was all mine to possess, and he gave me his love freely with no restraints. Our love was pure, perfect, and finally honest.
“Morning, Miss Delano.” He nuzzled his nose into my hair and inhaled. “Mmmm,” he groaned and I felt him grow rigid against me. “I will never tire of waking up next to you.”
“And I will never tire of feeling your hands on my skin.”
“Is that right?” he asked.
“That’s right.”
He leaned in, his lips roaming my heated flesh. I couldn’t seem to get my fill of him. I wanted him every hour of every day. When we were apart, I ached for him in such a way I didn’t think I would ever survive without his touch.
“Tell me, Mackenzie,” he murmured, his voice husky. “Where do you want my hands?” He clenched his teeth on my neck, sucking lightly. My eyes rolled back into my head, lost in the combination of pain and pleasure. A rush of electricity ran through me, my skin even more sensitive than I imagined. I was in tune to what his simple presence did to me, an ache between my legs growing more and more pronounced with each passing second.
“All over,” I breathed, squirming as I continued to lay on my side. “I need your touch everywhere.”
His fingers grazed across my collarbone, his touch light and perfect. “Tell me where,” he growled and my breath caught at his tone. It was demanding, forceful, harsh, at complete odds with the reverent way he ran his hands over my body, his thumb barely grazing my nipples. I inhaled at the almost contact, my skin on alert. My body was an instrument and he had mastered it. He knew exactly where to touch me to make me hum, vibrate, or sing.
“There,” I whimpered, still feeling the heat of his fingers just shy of where I needed to feel him. This was torture, pure and simple. Waterboarding had nothing on what I was enduring at the moment.
“Where?” He pulled me against him, my back to his front, his motion forceful.
“My nipple,” I answered, exhaling when I finally felt his fingers linger on my breast, gently taking my erect nipple between them.
“Is this how you want it?” His voice was heavy with amusement.
I shook my head. “No. Harder, Tyler,” I begged, writhing against the sheets.
“What was that?”
“You heard me,” I shot back in a firm voice. “Stop teasing me. I want your teeth on me, on my nipples.”
Groaning, he flipped me onto my back and, in a flash, his mouth was clenching onto my nipple, which had become even more sensitive since I became pregnant. I could only explain the sensation streaming through me as a bolt of lightning, an electric current running through my veins. The combination of biting and sucking overwhelmed me and I arched my back, needing more, but not knowing how much more I could take.
He pulled back and his eyes met mine, a wild and untamed look about them. The room was eerily silent, the only sound that of my racing heart and uneven breathing.
“More,” I murmured.
“What?” he asked coyly.
“Tyler…” I ran my hand up and down his arm softly at first before wrapping my fingers around his nape, tugging him down toward me. “I said I want more. Don’t hold back. Give me all of you. Every side of you. I want them all right now.”
“Mackenzie, I…” He tore his eyes from mine, his gaze settling on my stomach.
“Tyler,” I continued, cupping his face in my hands. “I’m not going to break. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean you have to be gentle with me.” Running my fingers through his dark, messy hair, I craned my neck and nibbled on his earlobe. “Sometimes I want it rough. And Tyler?”