Wild for You (Hot Jocks #6)(47)

I brush my knuckles across the top of one of her breasts. “Take those panties off for me.”

Ana complies, pushing her fingers into the sides of her thong until it slides down her hips so she can step out of the scrap of lace.

“On the bed. Let me look at you.”

She crawls onto the bed, moving up toward my pillows and then lies back, her knees slightly parted.

Lust scrambles my brain as I move closer, leaning over her so I can kiss her sweet mouth again. Her tongue touches mine, and I groan, low in my throat. Using my thumb, I trace a slow circle around her clit while she squirms.

“Take these off,” she murmurs, her fingers dragging down my zipper to free my cock.

While I shove my pants and boxers down and kick them off, Ana works on the buttons to my shirt. My jacket is somewhere on the floor. Then we’re both naked and falling into the center of my bed together.

Ana’s delicate fist curls around my cock, and she strokes it slowly. A wave of pleasure crashes through me.

“Grant,” she says on a groan. She caresses my abs, and the muscles involuntarily clench at her touch.

“What do you want, baby?” Baby?

She doesn’t so much as blink at the endearment. “You.”

With pleasure.

I grab a condom from the drawer in my bedside table. I have no idea if we need one, or what possesses me—God knows she can’t get more pregnant. But now doesn’t seem like the time to have that conversation. And I want Ana to trust me, to know she can feel safe with me. So, condom it is. Every time. Until she tells me she wants it bare.

I suit up, and then I’m kneeling between her parted thighs, teasing her with the head of my dick. She shivers and presses her fingernails into my thigh.

“Tell me,” I murmur, reaching down to pinch and tease her nipple. “What you want.”

“Your cock.”

I grip myself in one hand and ease in slowly. I’ve read that sex during pregnancy can be challenging, that she might feel sensitive from the extra hormones. So I move in slow, steady strokes, letting Ana dictate our pace.

“More,” she says, whimpering, canting her hips up toward mine.

I don’t want to be too rough with her, and force myself to keep my pace even, no matter how badly I want to drive hard and deep.

“Harder,” she moans. “You’re not going to break me.”

With a rough caress, I hitch her thigh around my hip so I can drive in even deeper. She groans, and the sound hits me square in the chest.

My mouth finds her neck, and I leave hot, sucking kisses all over her skin. I’m trying to last, but I can’t hold out much longer. She’s reduced me to a trembling, groaning wall of pleasure.

“Need you to get there for me.” I breathe hard, rubbing her clit with my thumb. My self-control is practically nonexistent.

Her body tightens around my shaft, and I groan.

A few more pumps and she comes apart, gripping me as she falls over the edge, pleasure ripping through her sweet body. Seconds later, I follow her, emptying myself in hot waves into the condom while I gather her close.

Afterward, I pull out slowly, missing the feel of her tight heat around me almost immediately.

I climb out of bed, naked and breathing hard, only long enough to deal with the condom and wash my hands. When I return, Ana’s in the center of my bed, looking mighty comfortable.

I don’t say a word as I slip in beside her and gather her close, until she’s resting her head in the center of my chest. Her shaky breaths even out as we lie there together, and eventually my heart rate slows.

I may not know what I’m doing, but I know sex with her is incredible. The best I’ve ever had. I also know I feel things that go much deeper than friendship or mere obligation when it comes to her.

After a little while, I gather my courage and sit up. Ana does too, meeting my eyes.

She’s still naked, and the sheet is down around her hips. And as beautiful as her breasts are, that’s not the thing that catches my attention.

I can’t help but notice her flat belly, the tiny knot of her belly button, and wonder how breathtaking she’ll look with a round belly full of my baby. Knowing that the child inside her might not be mine sends all kinds of confusing feelings rushing through me.

“Grant? Do you want me to move to my own bed?” She tugs the sheet up to cover herself.

“No. I want you to stay.” I touch her shoulder, brushing my calloused fingertips over her silky skin.

“Then what is it?”

I pause, running a hand over the stubble on my jaw. “No matter what happens, or how things turn out, I want a shot with you.”

Her chin drops, and she exhales a big breath. I know what she’s doing. She’s preparing to let me down easy. The thought stings.

“Just say it, Ana.” My tone comes out deeper than I intended, and she meets my eyes again.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t jump into another relationship. I just need a friend right now.”

A friend.

Her words are like a punch to the sternum, and there’s a sudden ache in my chest that hurts worse than when I dislocated my shoulder last season.

Life has a pretty cruel sense of irony. I’ve spent my whole adult life single, and now I have a beautiful, kind, sweet woman in my bed who might be carrying my baby, and all she wants is to be my friend.