eyes and flirtatious tongue did that with just one kiss.
It had been way too long for me.
To hold back. To save up.
Not even so much as taking care of myself in the shower.
So I was more than ready for Mila’s body.
I pulled my mouth from her breast and kissed up her neck, finding her mouth.
Everything stopped for a moment as we kissed.
My body hovered over hers.
She touched my back but didn’t dig her nails into my skin.
We just… kissed…
Over and over, the moment feeling hot and sweet at the same time.
I finally placed my right hand to her stomach.
I broke the kiss and smiled.
“You got yourself pregnant, huh?” I whispered.
“I got myself pregnant?” Mila asked. “Yeah, I did it all on my own, Silas.”
I smiled bigger. “You’re having my baby, darling.”
“No. I’m having our baby.” Mila threw her legs around me and pulled. “Now stop talking and get to work. It’s been a long time for me and I’m fucking tired, stressed, and hormonal.”
I nodded.
My lips brushed against hers and I lowered my body down to hers.
She groaned into my mouth and shut her eyes as my cock began to press against her center.
As she sheathed me, like only Mila could do, I caught myself sucking in a deep breath, sending signals down to my cock to not ruin this moment.
I gently entered Mila and began to rock back and forth.
She dug her nails into my back and groaned again. “Silas… harder… faster… I’m not broken…”
I growled and slid my lips to her neck.
I pulled back and thrust forward the way Mila wanted me to.
She cried out with relief and I dug my right hand into the bed so I could touch her back and hold her against me.
This… this was home for me.
Chapter Nine
MILA
There was a moment when I couldn’t catch my breath. I felt the throbbing pleasure between my legs take hold in a way I never felt before. And with Silas’s strong body on top of me - protecting me - all I could manage was to dig my nails into any available muscle I could find. Which there was plenty of.
He kissed from my chest up to my neck.
Then his mouth moved over my mouth.
One kiss later and I was able to breathe again.
I groaned into his mouth. My hands ran up to his hair. I pulled, twisting my fingers, knowing the sexy rock star hadn’t washed his hair in a few days. And that was beyond sexy to me.
Through the kissing and my own climax, I managed to tell Silas one thing.
“Now.”
A single word.
Everything I needed and wanted.
Another wave began to crest from within my core.
Back-to-back climaxes… so much better than sitting on the couch, alone, worried, eating chocolate chip cookies.
Maybe…
Maybe?
I groaned as Silas thrust forward again.
This time he broke the kiss, the tip of his nose flirting with mine.
We looked in each other’s eyes and I felt that first powerful release from his body.
“Oh,” was the only word left in my mind at that moment.
Oh…
I kissed his lips even though he didn’t kiss me back.
That wildly full feeling that surged through me…
I bit his bottom lip and hung on.
We were together.
All the way together.
Together in person.
Coming together at the same time.
I sat up in bed and held the covers above my breasts.
Silas walked back into the bedroom in nothing but unbuttoned jeans.
I shivered and felt a familiar heat tickling down between my legs.
Down, girl. Drink some water and take a second to yourself.
Silas handed me the glass of water and touched my chin.
The smirk on his face was one I had never seen before.
He walked from the bed and I watched him as I took a sip of the cold water.
Silas picked up the ultrasound picture and came back to the bed and sat on the edge.
I touched his back. “You okay?”
“I don’t know, darling,” he said. “I have to be honest.”
“What?”
Silas looked back at me. “This baby looks nothing like me.”
I smacked his back. “You’re an idiot, Silas.”
He laughed. “Sorry. Had to.”
“Don’t even think about playing that game with me.”
“Pregnant?” Silas asked.
“Pregnant.”
“Oh, damn, Mila,” he said.
He put the ultrasound picture down on the nightstand and turned to face me.
He placed his right hand on my stomach, over the covers.
I sipped more water.
He made me so nervous. So turned on. So confused. So in love.
“Silas,” I said. “I feel so guilty.”
“For what?”
“I’ve known this for… a little while. A tiny while. The night you left…”
“What?”
“I took a test then,” I confessed. “I was shocked