Call Her Mine (Harmony Pointe #1)- Melissa Foster Page 0,57
After B’s 5:00 a.m. feeding, Aurelia had slithered beneath the covers and done just that. She’d loved him with her mouth and hands until he was nearly blinded with desire, but they were both afraid of waking the baby. Her brilliant boyfriend had swept her into his arms and carried her—and the baby monitor—into the bathroom. The steamy shower was the perfect buffer for their sounds as she clung to his slippery flesh.
He banded one arm around her back, and the other clutched her ass as he sent her up to the clouds, her body clenching hot and tight around him.
“Fuck, baby,” he ground out. “I want you to come a hundred times, and then I want to make you come a hundred more.”
“Later,” she pleaded. “I want to feel you come with me now.”
The darkness in his grin made her go ever wilder. She clawed at his slick skin, ate at his mouth, thrusting and grinding against him. He had to have the strongest legs and hips known to man, because his efforts never faltered. His grip was confident and unyielding, his kisses were all-consuming, and his love was inescapable. She felt his muscles tense, and then his body jerked with such force, his release sent lightning shooting through her core, and she surrendered to another mind-numbing climax.
He tore his mouth away, holding her trembling, bucking body beneath the warm shower spray, and spoke in a gravelly, lustful voice. “I love making love with you. But make no mistake, Rels,” he panted out. “I’m truly, madly, passionately in love with everything about you, not just your incredible body.”
A laugh slipped out before she could stop it. “I know, Ben. I see it in your eyes, and I feel it in your touch. But I should tell you, I’m totally into Ten-Inch Ben.”
He smacked her ass, making her laugh again.
“Don’t worry,” she said through a wide grin. “I loved you when you were Ten-Second Ben, too.”
“Hey,” he growled. “We sent him packing days ago.”
She held his face between her hands, so in love with him she couldn’t tease him for a second longer. “You’re the smartest, kindest, sexiest man I know, and there’s no one I’d rather be naked with for ten seconds, ten hours, or ten million years than you.”
Sunday evening they stocked up on baby supplies, folded up the Pack ’n Play, and headed into Sweetwater to have dinner with Ben’s family. As Ben drove down the familiar cobblestone streets and Sugar Lake came into view, he was hit with a strange, detached sensation, like he was a visitor in his own town. He’d gone away to college and traveled often for work, and he’d never once felt the tightening in his chest or the sense of separation that came over him now as he turned onto Main Street. He passed Willow’s bakery and Bridgette’s flower shop, expecting the feelings to right themselves. When they didn’t, he realized Aurelia’s apartment, and her new town, had already started feeling like home.
He looked at his beautiful girlfriend, the woman who had always been by his side and in his heart, and then he glanced in the rearview mirror at his sleeping baby girl, and that discomfort dissipated, replaced with a sense of completeness.
“Are you nervous about seeing your parents?” Aurelia asked, reaching for his hand. “I know you talked to your father, but seeing them in person is different.”
“Yeah, a little,” he said as he turned down the street toward his childhood home, which Willow and Zane had purchased from his parents when they’d downsized. “I know they’ll love B, but there’s still guilt wrapped around getting a woman I barely knew pregnant. I wish I could have gotten B some other way—not just to ease the guilt I feel for my parents, but for you, Rels.”
Aurelia glanced into the backseat as he parked in front of the five-bedroom white Victorian and said, “Want to know what I think?”
“Always,” he said honestly.
“If it’s true that babies feel everything we do”—she turned her loving eyes on him—“then I think you need to deal with that guilt and get it out of your system once and for all. It doesn’t make a lick of difference to me how she came to be, and I’m sure it won’t to your parents. What matters is that she’s yours, and guilt will only taint the incredibleness of that.”
“But when you look at her, you must feel something—Hurt? Disappointed?—because I had a baby with someone else?”