The Knocked Up Plan(62)

“Ryder,” I moan, and my eyes flutter shut. It’s too much. Too good. Too intense. I’m liquid. I am a molten woman as he strokes a long finger inside me, another one rubbing against my clit.

“Baby, I feel terrible,” he says with a groan.

“Why?”

“Because you need it so badly. I feel fucking terrible that you were this desperate for so long.”

“I did need it. I need you. Oh God, I need you.”

I ride his hand to the edge again. I fly off in seconds, coming again, harder, more intense. Deeper. When I open my eyes, he’s stripped down to nothing.

My mouth waters, and I push myself up in bed. I’m breathless. “What are you doing to me? I don’t even know how I’m alive.”

“You’re alive and so fucking beautiful,” he says, then reaches for the hem of my shirt and tugs it off me.

I’m in my bra and skirt, my belly pushing at the elastic waistband.

I’m not in the least bit sexy. I slide to the edge of the bed, push off my skirt, and unhook my bra.

He’s standing. His mouth falls open. His cock twitches, and I swear it grows even harder as he gazes at me.

“Nicole.” His voice is nothing but a dry husk.

I’m keenly aware this is the first time he’s seen me completely naked since he knocked me up. My body tightens with nerves. I hope he still finds me attractive. I hope my weight gain doesn’t change how he sees me.

He touches my breasts first. But he doesn’t stay there. He travels down my body, to my belly, to the baby, and he dips his head. He plants the gentlest kiss on my navel. “You’re so beautiful.”

Whatever tension I felt pours out of me.

“I am?” I can’t help myself. I need to ask. I’m not some fertility goddess hippy earth mother. I’m a dating and mating columnist in New York City, land of the free, home of the beautiful skinny women. I’m not skinny, and I don’t want to be right now.

But I want to know that he still wants me.

“God,” he says, running his hand over my naked stomach. “You’re stunning.” He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “And I have never wanted to fuck you more.”

I shiver.

I love that he says fuck. I love that he knows that’s what I need to hear, that he can still want me in the same raw, carnal way.

He runs his hand along his hard length, and I shudder.

I get to have him again. This man I’m crazy for.





Thirty-Three





Ryder

I position her ass at the edge of the bed and open her legs. A groan rattles free as I gaze at the warm paradise I’ve already visited twice tonight. She’s so fucking pretty. So pink, plump, and perfect.

I can’t get enough of her.

“Lie back on your elbows,” I tell her, because she’s not the only one who can research the best positions. She leans back, all breasts and belly and beautiful flesh.

I rub the head of my dick against her, and she stretches her neck and moans to the heavens.

I push in.

She takes me easily. So fucking easily. It’s a wet, hot slide into her pussy.

And it’s fucking magnificent. I shudder when I’m all the way in. I still myself as my skin sizzles. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed her. I’ve longed to touch her again. And I swear, it’s as if she’s vibrating with pleasure already. She was wonderfully orgasmic in the first place.

But now?

She’s a live wire.

She doesn’t hold back. She never has. But tonight, she’s a new woman. She rides the edge the entire time. I can see it in the exquisite torture on her face. In the way her mouth falls open. In how her fingers grip the covers as if she’s clutching them for dear life.

And I hear it in her noises.

My lovely, gorgeous woman can’t shut up, and pride and desire suffuse me in equal measure as she cries out with every goddamn thrust.

Every single touch.

Everything.

My hands grip her hips as I drive into her, her heat enveloping me. She moans my name.

I groan. I try to form words. To tell her something dirty. Something filthy. Something to get her even hotter. But my brain is shot. All I can manage is a simple, “Feels so good, baby.”

“I know,” she says, panting. A bead of sweat slides between her tits. Lucky sweat.

I run my finger through it, stopping at the top of her bump. I grab her hips again and yank her down even tighter on my cock. I go deeper, and it’s fantastic.

“Nicole,” I rasp, and that’s all I’ve got. I’m nothing but heat, and sparks, and desire. Pleasure snaps everywhere in me. It bathes my brain. It floods every molecule in my body. I’m where I want to be.

Not just in her.

But with her.

This woman.

This amazing fucking woman, who’s falling apart beneath me. Who’s unraveling under my touch.

“Look at me,” I demand.

Her eyes flutter.

“Nicole. Look at me.”

I’m overcome with the need to connect with her.

She opens her eyes as if it’s the hardest thing to do. She meets my gaze and a surge of pleasure barrels down my spine. Hot and electric—a warning sign. “I want to watch you come again. I want to watch your beautiful face when you fall apart.”