TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,66
tummy is just starting to poke out and looks more like I’ve had a little too much for dinner than I’m incubating a human. I can see the glow—the happiness radiating in my eyes.
It’s hard to believe how quickly my life has turned around. A few short months ago, I was a single mother of one. Now I’m married, with a baby on the way. I used to spend my nights alone, dreaming of what could have been. Now I drift off to sleep wrapped in the arms of the only man I’ve ever loved. And they say fairy tales aren’t real?
“Whatcha doing?”
I jolt as Liam’s reflection appears in the mirror behind me. My blood heats at the sight of my man, his sculpted chest bare, those intense blue eyes swallowing me up. He moves in close—a predator stalking his prey—fitting his body to mine. Cupping the side of my face, he angles my head then moves the hair away from my neck. Liam’s tongue flits along the shell of my ear, eliciting a sharp hiss from my trembling lips. Goosebumps break out across my skin as he trails a finger over the tops of my swollen breasts while dragging his lips along the column of my throat.
“J—just getting ready for bed.” My voice shakes, becoming increasingly unsteady as my body is suddenly wracked with desire. It doesn’t take much to get me going these days, a fact he’s noticed and takes advantage of regularly.
“Keep looking,” he orders when my eyes drop. “Don’t stop on my account.”
My cheeks flood with the shame of being caught. “I wasn—” My natural inclination is to deny what he’s suggesting, but he cuts me off, cupping my breasts in his hands. The feel of his warm skin through the lace creates the most delicious friction.
“You’re beautiful, Nya Watts. From the top of your head to the tips of your red-painted toes, every part of you is sexy. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He nibbles on the lobe of my ear, and my knees start to buckle. “Feel that?” he asks, thrusting the erection tenting his boxers into my back. “One look at you, darlin’, and I’m hard as fucking steel.”
I reach around, slipping my hand into his shorts, palming him, stroking the velvety smooth skin along his rigid length. Keeping my eyes trained on the mirror, I watch the flush spread over my skin as he slips a hand under my dress, fingering my clit. My fist tightens around his shaft when I convulse at his touch. “Liam, I—” Oh, God, I’m going to collapse into a puddle on the floor. I can’t do this.
“Put your hands on the mirror and don’t look away. I want you to see what I see when I make love to you.”
He drops his shorts, kicking them to the side. Then he cups my backside, squeezing the mound of flesh. His face is turned down, eyes hooded, his lower lip clenched in his teeth as he admires my ass. A jolt of desire shoots right to my core, my pulse racing out of control. “Look at these curves.” He slides a hand along the side of my breast… my waist… tracing my hip while drawing in a shaky breath. “They drive me insane. As the months pass and they get bigger, I want you to remember: I love every dip, every bend, every womanly inch of this body.”
Tears burn the backs of my eyes as a flame ignites with his breath on the back of my neck, traveling along my spine.
“Spread your legs for me, darlin’.” He runs his thick cock along my wet seam once. Twice. “Watch,” he whispers against my ear as he lines up with my entrance. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he groans, pushing inside.
My pupils dilate, and my jaw goes slack. I try to turn away, embarrassed at the way my face is turning red and my eyes are wide and bulging.
Liam cups my jaw with one hand, holding my gaze toward the mirror while he massages my clit with the other, slowly rotating his hips. He plunges in and out of my soaked pussy, stoking the fire blazing inside.
“Look at those pretty pink nipples, pushing against that lace, begging for attention.”
I moan. I writhe. I burn.
“It’s beautiful.” His words only add to the desire running rampant throughout my body.
“Liam!” I shriek when he pinches one rosy bud between his fingers and thrusts hard. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he stills. Releasing my