Page 93 of Reverie
“What?” I begin.
“The doctor says you’re not supposed to be flat on your back now. It could compress important blood vessels, remember?”
I roll my eyes.
“I’m not far enough along for that really to be a concern, H,” I say with a slight chuckle.
Hunter raises his eyebrow as he leans over me, but I suppress a gasp when he glides his hand over my hip and down to grasp my elevated butt cheek.
“The pillow stays,” he says. There’s no room for argument in his tone.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, teasing, but something flashes in his eyes when I do. While his eyes darken, he brings his face close, pressing teasing kisses across my cheeks, my forehead, and then my lips.
When he pulls away again, he says, “Let’s take it slow, baby.”
“What happened to ‘the next time you’re inside me, you’re going to fuck me so hard I can’t move?’” I lift my eyebrow to amplify my sarcasm.
He delivers a slap to the outside of my thigh, but it doesn’t hurt. It barely stings through the fabric of my yoga pants.
“That was before you puked on my shoes,” he says, grinning. Heat flushes my face with embarrassment, and I bring my hands up to cover my eyes.
“Hey,” he says, pulling one wrist away. “I want to give you what you need, baby.”
He kisses me, so soft, so sweet.
“Do you need me, Winter?”
Always.
I will always need Hunter Brigham.
“Yes,” I say with a breathless sigh.
The look in his eyes will be my undoing.
Without saying anything further, Hunter lifts my shirt from my body, kissing his way across my stomach and breasts as he does so. I moan, biting my lip to keep it from turning into an outright scream, when he licks my hard nipple before bringing it into the wet warmth of his mouth.
My fingers plunge into his hair, gripping the strands as I contour my palms to his skull.
After several pulls, which I feel deep within my pussy, he releases me with an audible pop. Kissing the flesh above my breast, he makes his way toward my ear.
“Nice and slow, Winter,” he says in a muted voice, and when he slides his hand under the band of my pants and underwear, I don’t suppress the full-body shiver that results from the feeling of his fingers moving against my wet folds.
“Hmm,” he growls. “I love how wet you get for me, Winter. Your body is getting you ready to take me in deep.” He nips at my earlobe, and good God, he drives me crazy when he does that.
I rush to push my pants and underwear down, getting them past my hips before Hunter releases a chuckle.
“Slow,” he emphasizes, grasping my wrist. I want to groan in frustration. It’s been nearly a goddamn month since we last had full-on sex, and I need it.
Badly.
“Slow. Sure,” I say, my tone petulant. He chuckles again but takes his time to move down my stomach before stopping to place reverent kisses over the place where our child grows.
“You are such a gift to me, Winter Leigh Vaughan.” He places his cheek over my lower belly, and I have to take deep breaths to keep from crying.
“I wouldn’t change anything, H,” I whisper to him, promising him that this is my truth. He freezes, but with a deep release of air, he moves, peppering kisses over my mons. The fabric of my pants bunch around the bottoms of my thighs, restricting my movements.
He doesn’t move his face from its position between my closed legs. But I nearly leap off the bed when his tongue snakes out and strokes between my folds and over my clit.