slipped by, the tempo changed. He pulled her deeper between his lips. The lazy circles turned into frenzied flicks, and before she knew what was happening, she was coming. The exhilarating rush revived her weary body and set her skin on fire. She laced her fingers through his hair, holding him between her legs, begging him not to stop.
But as she came back down from her high, she was vaguely aware of him pulling her back to the pillows and crawling into the bed next to her. The prickle of his chest hair against her arm let her know he’d shed his shirt, and when she lowered her hand, she found his cock straining against the confines of his underwear. She wrapped her fingers around his hard length.
Dear God, she needed him inside her.
Amusement flickered across his face, followed by a tightening of pain. “Please, Jenny,” he whispered.
“I’m the one who should be begging.” She stripped away his underwear, and he moved on top of her, reaching for the drawer where she kept the condoms.
He pulled one out and paused. “Do you want me to use this?”
Heat flooded her cheeks. He was putting the decision on her. It was a moment where she had to decide if she trusted him completely. “You’re clean. I’m clean, and I’m already pregnant, so…”
A huge grin appeared on his face, and he tossed the condom back on the nightstand. “Good, because you felt so wonderful that morning at Comic-Con.”
He slid into her, and she understood what he meant. Sex had always been great with him, but the sensation of skin on skin awakened a heightened level of intimacy she enjoyed.
He made love to her slowly, his strokes steady and even while his lips sought hers in a flurry of kisses. She closed her eyes when their lips were joined, focusing on the feeling of him inside, the masculine scent of his skin, the soft purr of contentment that rumbled through his chest from time to time. But every time he ended a kiss, she opened her eyes to find him staring down at her. And when he smiled, she couldn’t help but smile back.
For the first time in her life, she held out the hope that someone could love her for herself, and it made the bliss of coming in his arms more intense than any orgasm she’d experienced. A warm glow filled her from the inside and radiated through her skin. It made her heart race and her breath catch before she surrendered completely to it and let the lines between her and Dan blur together.
He came with one final, powerful thrust and collapsed. Shudders wracked his body, yet he managed to keep his forehead pressed against hers, their bodies joined from tip to toe, until he managed to utter, “Wow.”
“My thoughts exactly,” she replied.
He propped himself up on his elbow and gave her a crooked, satisfied grin. “So, do you think it’s safe to tell people we’re dating now?”
She laughed in spite of herself. All this time, she’d been trying to convince herself that it was just sex with Dan, but now that she looked back at the last month, they had been dating, even though she’d fought to not call it that. Through the midnight conversations to early dawn sex, she’d grown closer to Dan than anyone else she’d ever dated.
“Yes, I think it’s safe to tell people that.”
“Good, because I don’t think I’d be able to keep us a secret much longer.” He kissed her once more with same tenderness as the first kiss that evening and ended by caressing her cheek. “I’m lucky to have found you, and I don’t need to ask my lucky die to confirm that.”
Her pulse quickened, and she covered his hand with her own. “I could say the same goes for me.”
He rolled onto his side, taking her with him, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
She lay there, unable to fully relax until she revealed the truth about the baby. “Dan, I was already pregnant when I met you,” she whispered against his chest.
“I don’t care,” he mumbled back in a sleepy voice as he tightened his arms around
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