“Want to stay for dinner? I can order a pizza.” She asked hopefully.
“I’d like that.” He sat down on the couch pulling her down next to him. “How is this new place working out? It’s cozy.”
She shrugged and looked around the bare living room. Besides a couch, she hadn’t bought much. Alana had given her the TV. It was much smaller than her previous house, but she liked the location. “It’s fine. I like being able to walk to work. It’s my only time to exercise. I miss Holly though. It’s too quiet.”
He hugged her. “You can move in with us. I have been thinking about this a lot. Liam and I had already discussed it. He can move down to Noah’s old room and we can make Liam’s old room a nursery.”
“You thought about me living with you?”
“You sound so surprised,” he said softly, playing with her hair. “I have thought of nothing else since Christmas.”
“Let me think about it, Adam,” she said, trying to calm her racing heart down. “We just came to an agreement to see each other in more than friendship.”
He sighed. “Fine, you still don’t trust me. That’s my fault. I will try to be patient.”
He pulled out his cell phone. “I’m still staying for dinner. Maybe even the night?”
She nodded. “Are you going to just hold me?”
“Hell no.” He gave her a heated look that melted her insides. He set his phone down on the table. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and she closed her eyes. She felt his lips touch her own and she let out a small sound of contentment. Just a simple touch from this man made her feel so many things. She opened her lips and felt his tongue explore her as if it was the first time. She leaned into him, soaking up his warmth, his strength. She needed to connect with Adam in the most intimate, physical way possible. She wanted to cleanse away the hurt, the pain, the misery of the last few months.
He let go of her lips and she clung to his T-shirt. He caressed her hair. “I want to explore you, Faith, every inch of your beautiful body.”
She looked down at her full stomach. “Adam, I don’t look like I did. What if you’re disappointed?”
He smiled gently. “I love you. I could never find you unattractive. You
belong to me and you are carrying my baby. How the hell could that be a turn off?”
She blinked back her tears and nodded. He took off her shirt. He traced her breasts lightly through her bra. Her nipples hardened at his touch. He unclipped her bra letting it fall to the floor. He lightly traced her nipple with his tongue as he pushed her until she was lying flat on the sofa. The sheer pleasure of his tongue on her breast made her arch up for more. She loved his touch, needed his touch. She reached up and took his hair tie off. His hair was silky soft. He sat up and took his own shirt off. He placed light kisses on her neck and shoulder. She rubbed his chest with her hands. His hands smoothed over her baby bump. He kissed her stomach.
He pulled her elastic pants down until she was naked. She felt naked in more than just bare skin. The way he looked into her eyes so seriously, as if he could read her every emotion. He looked at her with a watery gaze. He placed his lips on her neck and whispered, “I am so sorry I hurt you. You are beautiful, kind, and you deserve to be cherished. I will from this moment on. It’s me and you and our daughter.”
She felt the tears roll down her cheek. She couldn’t speak. Her throat felt clogged with unshed tears, so she hugged him hard as she could. She rubbed his back, feeling warm and safe.
He opened her thighs wide and touched her moist pussy with a mastery that took the very breath from her. She moaned loudly. He pumped his digits in and out of her, making her squirm back and forth. The room was silently except for the sounds of her cries.
“You are so warm and ready for me,” he said roughly in her ear. “I know my dick is about to fall off if I don’t get inside of you.”
She giggled and slapped his arm. He replaced his fingers with his hard cock, entering her in one swoop. He leaned over her, careful not to lean on her stomach. He held her by her hips.
“Oh yes, Adam.” She loved how exquisite it felt when they were connected in this intimate way.
“Feels like heaven, doesn’t it?” he asked.
She nodded, unable to speak. His slow rhythm was driving her insane. She wanted fast and hard and demanded it from him but he refused.
“I want to cherish you and show you how much I love you.” He kissed her lips, running his tongue softly across them then invading her mouth. When he let her up for air, his mouth went to her earlobe and down to her neck and collarbone. Soft kisses mixed with light nips of his teeth. He kissed every inch of her, down to her breasts. “I refuse to rush this, Faith.”
Faith tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She felt a powerful wave coming and she wanted to drown in it. She didn’t want it to end. He was right. She didn’t want to rush it.
She hung on to his hips and arched up, making them closer. He pumped in and out of her.
He groaned. “You’re killing me, babe.”
She smiled. “That’s my line, but what a way to go. I’m at a loss to find a word that describes how wonderful it feels.”
“It’s love,” he said solemnly. “Love intensifies the physical desire.”