Dance With Me, Baby(12)

When he lifted his head, I was panting for breath and darn close to begging him to make me come again. Cradling me in his arms, he rose to his feet and carried me to his bedroom as though I was as light as a feather. When my back hit the mattress, I could only stare up at him helplessly. His dark eyes lit with appreciation as he looked down at me, making my nipples harden at the blatant arousal shining from his gaze.

My breath caught in my throat when he raised me up to lift my shirt over my head. With a flick of his wrist, he unsnapped my bra and slid it off my shoulders. I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips when he traced my nipple with a fingertip and it peaked even further under his touch.

“I should make you beg me for it, but I want you too much to wait any more to feel your heat wrapped around me.”

He wasn’t trying to hide how I affected him, and his honesty made me want to give him a concession. Maybe just a tiny one.

“Please, Declan. Don’t make either of us wait.” It wasn’t quite begging, but I figured it was close enough.

By the flare of approval in his eyes, it seemed he agreed. He eased my skirt over my hips and down my legs, his five o’clock shadow scraping against my sensitive skin as he nibbled his way back up my body.

“I dreamed about this pussy every single night,” he murmured, his palm cupping me again. “When I took your virginity, I claimed it as mine.”

The possessiveness in his tone sent shivers up my spine. I opened my legs wider to give him better access while I was splayed naked on the mattress beneath him. Lifting himself up, he practically tore his clothes from his body before moving back between my thighs. His cock pushed against me.

“I’m clean, it’d been almost two years for me before I saw you on that stage. I want to take you bare.”

Two years? It didn’t seem possible, considering Declan was an insanely hot doctor who was incredible in the sack. He must have interpreted my skeptical face for resistance because he continued to make his argument for going without a condom.

“I haven’t so much as even looked at another woman since that night,” he admitted. “And I’ve planted my baby inside you so there really isn’t any need for one. Besides which, we went through the entire box last time and I haven’t replaced it.”

“Fat lot of good that did.”

“You’d think the head of Pediatric surgery would have thought to look at the expiration on a box of condoms before using them,” he breathed into my ear, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. “But you had me so desperate to get inside you that I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“Your condoms were expired?” I gasped. That solved the mystery of how I’d managed to get knocked up the night I lost my virginity. It was almost as though this baby was meant to be.

He nudged inside me about an inch and held still. “It’s only a guess. The last thing I cared about when you left me was an empty box of condoms. I was too busy fighting myself from going after you and convincing you to stay,” he whispered, right before shifting his hips and slowly sliding the rest of the way inside me.

My emotions spiraled out of control, damn my hormones and his silver tongue. Tears swam in my eyes as I closed them before I totally lost it.

“Juliette, don’t hide from me,” he demanded. I slowly raised my lids, and he rewarded me with a circle of his hips. “I never want to spend so much time away from you again. I want you and our baby in my life. In my home. Our home.”

He withdrew from my body and plunged back in, making me gasp.

“Talk later. More moving now,” I whimpered, rocking my hips back and forth.

He pulled out and rammed back in. “I’m happy those condoms didn’t work. Thrilled as fuck that my baby is growing inside you.”

“Please, Declan.”

“Say you’ll marry me.”

“Need to come,” I pleaded.

“Marry me,” he repeated.

“Not like this,” I breathed out.

“You want to say yes, I can see it in your eyes,” he rasped, grinding his pelvis against me.

“I’m not getting engaged while we’re having sex” I groaned, even as my body tightened in pleasure.

“This isn’t just sex, baby. It’s so much more.”

He rocked gently back into me, and I moaned. Our night together had been amazing, but this was even better somehow. More intense with our eyes locked together while he leisurely plunged in and out of me. It didn’t take long before I began to shudder underneath him.

“Marry me.”

My head moved from side to side, both as an answer and as a sign of how close to the edge I was. My hands were clenched on the damp skin of his back, and my heels were digging into the taut flesh of his butt. Whatever it took to get his body as close to me as I could.