TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,79
inner thigh, sending a jolt of desire shooting right to my core.
“I’m sorry.” He cups a hand around his ear. “I can’t seem to hear you with all these clothes on.”
“What?” I lace my hands behind his neck, nibbling his ear. “I’m practically naked.”
His fingers pinch the string at my back and he tugs until the top is dangling loosely around my neck. “Much better.”
“Why did you even bother with having me put it on?” I’m laughing as I move my arms to cross over my breasts. He yanks the top over my head, releasing it into the water. There’s no one around to see us, yet still I feel the need to shield myself from view.
“Presents are always better when you get to unwrap them.” He grabs each of my wrists, lowering them to my sides.
“Is that so?”
“It is. Don’t take my toys back.” He covers each of my breasts with a strong hand then brushes his thumbs across the nipples. Instantly they harden into firm buds.
“Be gentle,” I rasp, desire coating my throat. Every exquisite sweep of his rough skin borders on pain, but I don’t want him to stop. My breasts are hypersensitive, a direct line to my libido.
He trails his hands up my body, cradling my head. “Dance with me?”
“What, here? Naked? In the pool?” Liam wasn’t much for dancing when we first met, but boy did he take to it quick. Our bodies had this instant chemistry, seeming to synchronize from the start.
He lifts my hand into the air, giving me a twirl. “Yep.” His head bobs, his tongue gently rolling over his lips as he stares down at my body, like he’s never seen anything he’s wanted more. His abs roll as he swirls his hips.
“I feel silly,” I admit, hesitating.
“Why?”
Can he not see how ridiculous I look? “Because I don’t even have hips to shake any longer. I gesture down to my enormous belly. “I’m a big blob.”
His hands come to rest on either side of my round stomach, and he snorts. “Look at these eyes.” He points to the deep blue irises at the center of his face, blazing with desire. “You are blind if that’s what you think I see.” His lips dip into the bend of my neck, his breath warm as he places slow, measured kisses, all the while guiding my body to move with his. When he reaches my ear, his tongue flicks over the lobe. “You want to know what I see?”
I swallow and nod, because the tone of his heady voice is doing incredible things to my insides.
“I see the beautiful woman who caught my eye across the student union all those years ago and has held it every day since.” He rakes a hand into my hair, pulling my face to his, and tugs at my lower lip. “The same pouty kissable lips I couldn’t resist then and still can’t today.”
My breath catches when he presses his mouth to mine briefly, a tease that has me desperate for more.
“Creamy caramel skin that I’ll never stop wanting to cover every inch of with my tongue.”
His hands trail along my back, coming to rest at my waist, where he finally unties my suit bottom and tosses it to the side. He cups my ass, giving a gentle squeeze. “And nothing compares to this ass,” he growls.
I rest my hands on the front of his chest to keep myself balanced, feeling his heart beating out of control.
“When I look at you, I see the woman I’ve grown to love, where I once lusted after a girl.” His knuckles trace the side of my body from my breast to my thigh, leaving me trembling with need. “Your body is a gift—one I feel lucky to unwrap over and over again. The excitement I feel when you give yourself to me…” He shudders. “It’ll never get old. I’m absolutely enamored with every curve…every dimple…”
“Every dimple? Really?” I squeak, slapping his chest. Way to screw that up, husband.
He chuckles low in his throat. “Mm-hmm… especially the ones right here.” He touches the little indentations where the small of my back meets my bottom.
“Ass dimples are not sexy.”
“They are on you,” he counters. He smooths both hands over my stomach. “There is nothing more womanly than being with child…than watching your belly expand and your body change while my baby grows inside of you. Fuck, baby…that’s the sexiest thing there is.” He grips the back of my neck, growling against my lips.