everything that was important in the world. Then I deepened the kiss, kissed him the way he’d taught me. I wanted to take from him while giving to him. I wanted a raw and feral kiss.
He responded slowly, gently easing into it.
I pulled away. “Don’t hold back,” I demanded. “Kiss me like you mean it.”
“I always mean it, baby.”
“Then show me.”
He eased away from me. “I… I’m not sure I can.”
“Why? Don’t you want me?”
“I always want you.”
“Then why—?”
He grabbed the back of my head and planted his mouth on mine. This time he dived in, taking my tongue with his, snaking it over my teeth and gums.
A kiss. A real kiss. Brad had taught me what a real kiss was. It could be soft and sweet, and those kisses were wonderful. But right now? I wanted a kiss of passion. A raw kiss of need.
Because I needed Brad. I needed him so badly.
Our mouths melded together. Heat swept over me, through me, around me, landing between my legs. If anything, I felt it more intensely now that I was pregnant. Was it my imagination? Maybe. Or maybe it was the pure emotion of knowing the product of our love was growing inside me.
My little dove.
Brad broke the kiss and inhaled sharply. “I want you. I want you so much, Daphne.”
“I want you too. Now.” I lifted my shirt over my head.
He sucked in a breath. “Every time I look at you, you’re even more beautiful than before.”
His words warmed me, settled over me like warm chocolate syrup. He took his own shirt off and discarded it. I touched him, trailed my fingertips over his broad shoulders, his muscular arms, his chiseled chest and abdomen. Traced his nipples that hardened under my touch.
“I love how you touch me,” he said. “How it makes me feel.” He removed his boots and unbuckled his belt. “Will you touch me, Daphne?”
“Yes,” I murmured.
“I mean…”
“I’ll touch you anywhere you want me to.”
He lowered his jeans and underwear, sliding them down his legs and kicking them off.
His cock was hard and ready. That was what he wanted. For me to touch him there.
I wanted to. It was part of him, and I loved every part of him. It had been inside me, helped me have such pleasure.
Guys loved to be touched there, loved to be sucked there. It was all new to me, but I wanted to please Brad more than anything in the world.
I tentatively reached forward—
“Wait.” He unclasped my bra and set it on the chair next to Puppy.
I had to close my eyes for a moment. Puppy wasn’t real. He couldn’t see what we were doing. But he was a symbol of my childhood, and I was no longer a child.
No longer a child.
In fact, before long, I’d have a child.
But that was my last thought of a child. No more while my body was responding to Brad’s eyes on me. I was hot. So hot. Burning in flames.
He unzipped my jeans and helped me out of them. He pulled my panties down my hips until I was as naked as he was.
He was beautiful. So beautiful.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
“I need your touch, baby.”
I nodded. “Show me what to do. I want to please you.”
“You always please me.” He took my hand and led it to his penis.
My fingers trembled as I touched him. It was warm, so warm, as if it were made of burning embers underneath the smooth skin. Yes, it was smooth. Smooth and hot and perfect, two blue veins running over it like the marbling on his countertops in the townhome.
“Show me,” I said again.
“Grasp it. Like you’re shaking someone’s hand.”
I gripped him as he instructed.
A low groan left his throat. “God.”
“Is that good?”
“You have no idea.” He closed his eyes. “Do whatever you want, baby.”
“But I—”
He opened his eyes, meeting my gaze. “It feels good just to have you touch me.”
“Do…you want my mouth?”
“Only if you want to.”
“I want whatever you want.”
“That works perfectly, because I want whatever you want. If you want to put your mouth on me, then I want that too. But if you don’t, I don’t.”
“Except that you do.” I warmed all over. “I may be inexperienced, but I’m not naïve. I know what men like.”
“Baby…”
“Please, Brad. We’re going to be together for a long time. I need to know how to please you.”
He nodded. “Start as slowly as you need to.”
“You mean I don’t have to deep throat you