Stealing Rose (The Fowler Sisters #2)(93)

But first, I want to make sure she’s okay. That she’s feeling well and isn’t too tired.

“You all right? Are you tired? It’s safe to have sex like this, right? What with the baby and all …” My voice trails off and she laughs.

“Now you ask. After you’ve had me every which way.” She arches against me slightly, her breasts, her hard nipples, teasing my chest. “Yes, it’s safe to have sex while I’m pregnant,” she says softly. “I’m not high risk or anything.”

Relief floods me. “Good.” I should have asked her that sooner, I know I should have, but I was so eager to get her naked and beneath me I could hardly think. The moment we walked into her bedroom I was stripping her naked. Helped that her dress was so easy. Just one tug and it was falling down around her waist and she wasn’t wearing a bra. I was downright disappointed to see her wearing panties.

Jesus, I am a complete pervert. But only for Rose.

Rose sighs and runs her hands along my shoulders, down my chest. “It feels good being back in your arms.”

“Yeah.” I swallow hard against the swell of emotion that threatens to take over me. I worried that I wouldn’t get this second chance. That she was so willing to give it to me … I can’t get over how much I love her. How much I need her. “You’re different, you know.”

“I am?” She frowns. “How?”

I move down, my face in direct line with her breasts. “They’re fuller,” I murmur against her abundant flesh, just before I draw a hard nipple into my mouth and suck.

Her hands dive into my hair, holding me close.

“And your stomach.” I slide down lower, nuzzling my cheek against the gentle swell of her belly. “It sticks out a little bit.”

“It’s always stuck out a little bit.” She settles her hand on her stomach, almost as if she wants to hide it, but I swat her fingers away, blazing a trail of kisses across her skin.

“No, it didn’t. But now it does.” I breathe deep her fragrant skin, kissing her belly some more, letting my lips linger. “I can’t wait until you really start to show.”

“I’ll be fat,” she mumbles.

“You’ll be gorgeous,” I correct. “All big and full of my baby.”

“So possessive,” she whispers, but I know she likes it. The full-body shiver at my words is a dead giveaway.

I shift lower still and brace my hands on the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs. “And here,” I say, staring at her glistening pink flesh. “You taste different.”

“I do not,” she starts, then lets out a strangled sound when I lay my tongue flat against her folds and lick her from bottom to top.

“Yeah, you do,” I whisper against her, darting out my tongue to tease and search, playing with her clit, circling it again and again before I draw it into my mouth.

“God, Caden,” she moans. “I missed your mouth so much.”

Her confession makes me pull away from her so I can laugh. She’s glowering at me, frustration etched all over her pretty features. I lean back in, my gaze never leaving hers as I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. “Well, I missed your sweet *, baby. More than you’ll ever know.”

“I missed those dirty words of yours, too,” she whispers. Her legs tremble. Her body shakes. She tosses her head back, her eyes sliding closed as I slip a finger inside her body and work her clit with my lips and tongue. She’s coming in minutes, a gush of wetness flooding her *, and I lick her clean, marveling at how responsive she is.

And yes, how different she tastes.

I move back up her body, trailing kisses along the way, until I’m sliding inside of her, pushing all the way in until I feel like I could touch every part of her. “Am I too deep?” I ask just before I kiss her.

She breaks the kiss first, panting against my lips. “No. You feel amazing.”

I agree and I would have said something, but she does some little trick with her hips, shifting beneath me and sending my cock even deeper, and I groan, the sound feeling as if it’s being ripped from my chest. She wraps her arms around me, her legs going around my hips, her mouth at my ear as she begins to chant dirty, loving things that drive me crazy.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “Deeper, Caden. Please. I need you. I love you. I love your cock. Your hands. Fuck me, Caden. Make me yours.”

She doesn’t let up and her words drive me on. I increase my speed, f*cking her relentlessly until I feel that magical moment where her inner walls twitch and clench rhythmically around my cock and she’s coming. I’m coming too, with a shout, spilling everything I’ve got inside of her welcoming body as I strain against her.

Fuck. We’ve already done this three times. It’s like I can’t get enough.

Pulling out of her, I collapse on my side, careful not to crush her. I pull her into me, holding her close, my hand smoothing over her belly again and again, marveling that a tiny little life is growing inside of her. That we created that life.

Together.

“Caden?”

“Yeah?” I’m drawing little circles on her skin, my eyes drifting closed.

“How do you know Cash? Through your mom?” She pauses. “They make a cute couple. He seems to really care about her.”