Pulse

by Gail McHugh

Page 65

 

  Yes. She. Did.

  The sharp taste he put out mingled with a touch of sweetness had her drugged. “Mmm,” she moaned, her tongue sliding over a thick bead of semen. She ran a hand over his bare stomach, her fingernails leaving deep red marks, as she continued to circle his cock with her tongue. An intoxicating whimper crawled up her throat when he pinched one of her hardened nipples, rolling it slowly between his thumb and forefinger as he pushed into her mouth again. With one hand still buried in her hair, he started to pump faster.

  Hell, Gavin was about to explode. A hard swallow rippled over his Adam’s apple as Emily sucked him off harder. He grabbed her shoulders, yanking her onto his chest. In a split second, he had her on her back pinned beneath him.

  Breathless, Emily bucked her hips up, her raging need to have him inside her driving her as close to insane as one could get. She gripped his shoulders, her pussy clenching, burning with arousal. He hovered above her, propped on his elbows. Deep, ragged breaths filled his chest as he looked down at her as if he was debating what to do.

  Hell. No.

  “You’re going to fuck me right now, and I’m going to love every second of it, Gavin. You’re going to fuck me, and you’re not going to hurt the baby. But I can tell you, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to hurt you. ”

  Damn her. She just made him harder. The woman beneath him just managed to mind-fuck him on multiple levels. Want for her surged though his veins unlike ever before, yet she managed to make him reevaluate the simple act of being alive. Though stunned by her bluntness, he couldn’t help the grin sneaking across his mouth. “You want it that bad, huh?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, her breathing labored.

  “How bad?” He grazed his jaw against the buttery smooth swell of her breast. God, he missed feeling them. Missed feeling her. He circled his tongue around the tight nub of her nipple. “I want you, in great detail, to describe how bad you really want it. ”

  Emily pulled in a shaky breath. “It’s not enough you don’t find me attractive anymore? Now you want me to describe how badly I want you?” She looked away, her voice trailing. “Are you trying to torture me, Gavin?”

  Gavin’s eyes went wide, his heart crushing in his chest. Sure, he knew she’d become frustrated over the last several weeks, but he never thought it would affect her this deeply. He knew he needed to fix it, fix her. “Look at me, baby,” he whispered. Emily flicked her teary gaze back to his, and Gavin’s heart fell further. Reaching for her thigh, he slowly hooked it around his waist as he brought his lips to her jaw. He grazed it lightly and the shuddered breath Emily released melted him. “I thought this body was beautiful before you were pregnant,” he said, the words low against her trembling lips. “But now it’s exquisite. A vision of… perfection. ”

  He gently reached for her other thigh, repeating the process of bringing it up over his waist. He could feel her legs begin to shake in anticipation. Opened wide for him, he stared at her for a beat before lowering himself inside her. Hot, slick, and clenching around him with maddening fury, her pussy felt amazing. He contained his groan, basking in the sound of her soft gasp. A fleeting rush of fear shot through him as he slowly pushed deeper, but he kicked it back to where it belonged. Sinking his lips to hers, Gavin licked through her mouth, savoring the taste of her sugar coated sweetness. Cradling the back of her head with one hand, he cupped the gracious curve of her hip with the other. “Do you need me to tell you how badly I’ve craved you?” He groaned as he lapped, swirled, and laved his tongue against the delicate flesh of her neck. “I’ve needed you more than my next heart beat. ”

  Undulating currents of rapture coursed through Emily’s limbs as she writhed beneath him. His voice, the timbre of a man apologizing, rumbled low in her ear. His biceps clenched and flexed with each slow, calculated thrust. She was dissolving, thawing under his heat. Dragging her nails along his muscular back, her breath caught in her chest, lodged between his warm lips and seductive words. His desire for her was evident in every soft touch and stroke of his worshipping tongue. Back bowing, she bucked her hips faster, but Gavin completely stilled.

  “Gavin, don’t stop,” she begged, her thighs clenching with vigor around his waist. “Please. ”

  “No,” he said in a strangled whisper. He stroked the dampened hair from her face and rolled his tongue over hers, talking between each heated breath. “I’m not fucking you tonight, Emily Cooper. Kill me if you want, but I’m going to slowly possess you until you can’t take it anymore. My fingers are going to trace every beautiful hidden line on your body. My lips are going to caress, nourish, and feed every unsated inch of you. Is that okay?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  He claimed her mouth, swallowing each moan that followed as he pushed into the soft depths of her wet, luscious warmth over and over. He filled her with the purest, sweetest, most beautiful love she’d ever experienced. His slow, agonizing pulses and deep, passionate kisses trumped anything she’d ever felt, tasted, or known. Feeding her body what it needed, Gavin wiped her mind clear of ever thinking he didn’t want her.

  He tossed away every insecurity…

  Unraveled every doubt…

  And carried her away in the eddying winds of his undeniable, unquestionable love…

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Emily nervously bit her lip and swiped her fingers through a pregnancy magazine. Trying to ignore Dillon staring at her intently from across the doctor’s office, she crossed her legs and glanced at her watch. A quarter past four. Gavin was fifteen minutes late. Anxiously, she pulled her phone from her purse, hoping there was at least a message from him. Nothing. Not a text or a missed call. She tossed it onto her lap, wondering where he was.

  “Kind of sick your loving boyfriend’s not here yet. ” Dillon chuckled. “Wonder if he’ll be late during the delivery? Call me if you need a backup. ”

  Ignoring him, Emily turned the page and scanned an ad claiming beet juice helped prevent neural tube defects in a developing fetus. Mental note made, she flicked her eyes to her watch again. She was starting to worry. It wasn’t like Gavin not to call if he was running late. A jolt of fear shocked her system, but as soon as it did, Blondie from her previous appointment called Emily’s name. After placing the magazine down, Emily ran her fingers over her cell, sending Gavin a text. She shoved her phone into her purse, stood, and started for the door to the back offices. She noticed Dillon also rose to his feet, following right behind her. She whipped around, a chill running up her spine at his proximity. “What are you doing?”

  He narrowed his eyes. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to see if we’re having a boy or a girl. ”

  Emily blinked, cringing at his words. “You’re not going into the office with me until Gavin gets here. ”

  With a jeering smile, Dillon pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket. He handed it to Emily. “That’s a copy of the amended order of protection you took care of. Nothing in there says I have to wait until pretty boy gets here. ” He swiped it from Emily. “Looks like you may have forgotten to add a little something to it. ” He shoved it back into his pocket and held open the door. “Ladies first. ”