Addictive (Houston Defiance MC #2) - K.E. Osborn Page 0,102

her—worship her body. I need to make sure, in no uncertain terms, my sexual addiction does not rear its ugly damn head. I know I can keep a lid on it. I need to take all the precautions I can because if there’s one thing I never want to do, it’s to hurt my Old Lady or my unborn child.

She reaches me, her eyes taking me in. Her hands move to my cut, sliding it carefully over my shoulders. “It’s been so fucking hard with my pregnancy hormones in overdrive not to rip your clothes off so many fucking times and be damned with the consequences. But those consequences always came back to your health.”

A low growl rumbles from my chest as she places the cut on the desk beside us. “Sometimes delayed gratification is worth the wait. You’re worth the wait, princess.”

Her eyes meet mine, sparkling with unabashed lust. “I love you, Talon.”

“I fucking love you, too, woman.” I slam my lips to hers. That spark, that intense fire ignites inside of me the second my lips touch hers. Our tongues collide as my hands slide down her curvy body. Kissing her always makes me feel like I’m the king of the fucking world.

I never in my life thought me—the man labeled a wraith, the harbinger of death—could ever be in a place where I would be settling down with one woman and with a fucking baby on the way.

Let alone be reveling in it.

But, I wouldn’t want my life to be on any other path than it is right now.

As I kiss my Old Lady like I fucking mean it, my cock growing harder every second, I can’t help but think of how fucking lucky an asshole like me is. My hands run to the straps of her dress, sliding them over her shoulders, edging them down her arms. The material gathers at her breasts, so I detach my lips from hers, my hands grabbing the satin strands and sliding them down slowly. The material flows over her round stomach as I marvel in the little stretch marks marring her skin. As I squat at her feet, I press my lips to each stretch mark, tenderly, my hands splaying out either side of her stomach. Her hands running through my hair as she bites down on her bottom lip seductively.

“You’re so fucking sexy right now,” I rasp.

I loop my fingers into her panties, guiding them down her tanned legs. She steps out of them as I throw them across the room. “God, six months has felt like a lifetime to be away from you.”

She grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling me back up to meet her. “Then stop talking, Wraith,” her voice is breathy, practically panting.

Reaching around her back, unclasping her bra, it falls to the floor as I back her toward the bed. She sits, her hands coming out unbuckling my belt as I pull off my shirt, throwing it any-fucking-where. I just need to get my clothing off.

She yanks my jeans down over my ass, my cock springing to life right before her eyes. She widens them in delight as she licks her lips. “Oh fuck, I’ve missed him.”

“He’s missed you, too.”

Her hand snakes out wrapping around my shaft, and I jerk in shock at her touch. That’s not what this is supposed to be about. But fuck, does it feel good. “This is about you right now, Prinie, so hands-off, and I’ll—”

Suddenly, she leans forward, her supple lips drawing my cock deep into her mouth. I let out a deep, guttural groan as I try to control myself. “Oh, fuuuck!”

I was not expecting that.

As my hand moves into her hair, I clench my eyes shut, panting for breath as she bobs her head up and down, her tongue circling the tip of my head. “Jesus Christ, Kharlie,” I pant, my breaths not coming in fast enough for me to catch them.

Tingles shoot all the way up my spine as I try to calm myself the fuck down, but she feels too damn good. I can’t stop myself even if I wanted to.

It’s been six whole months.

A man will only last so long when a woman is hovering on his hard-as-fuck cock.

My balls pull up, the pins and needles start in the base of my spine leading out to the tip of my cock. It throbs so fucking gloriously that I don’t know if she can handle what’s about to happen. The pressure escalates so