I bucked a little, aching for his touch. Aching for the friction of his fingers against my clit. It was throbbing and pulsing for attention.
He slipped one finger under the edge, toying with my slit. I hissed with want.
He brought his finger to his lips and sucked the honey. "You've always tasted sweet to me. It makes me crave you."
"Oh God, Blake." I almost cried as he lowered his head between my legs, moving the panties with his teeth.
He pushed my knees wide, as his tongue dipped between the slickness of my folds and ran back and forth, tracing the edges of my clit before finally thrusting inside my entrance. I groaned, trying to hold him inside me. He began to twist and flick his tongue until I was a writhing sex nymph.
"Ohh," I cried. "I'm coming so fast."
I seized the quilts in my hand, balling up my fists, but the orgasm hit me at once. My body shook and shivered as it spilled through me. Blake lifted my hips, sucking my clit hard, pushing his tongue inside me, riding out the orgasm with me and lapping up every drop of it.
Slowly he lowered me, grinning one of those devilish sexy smiles I loved so much.
I heard the zipper on his jeans.
"I have to be inside you."
I nodded. It was all I wanted. To feel his thick cock push inside me. To belong together like we did when our bodies slid against each other.
He pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it behind us.
I reached forward, stroking his glorious cock. He rubbed it between my slit, coating it in my juices. Time seemed to slow. The frenetic pace had been replaced with something deeper and tangible.
"You're not worried are you?" he asked.
I smiled. "No. It feels so good. I know everything's ok."
"God, you're a fucking goddess."
He nudged his cock against my entrance and I moaned.
"I love your pussy. And I've missed it, babe. I missed you."
He pushed inside me as we both bucked with sensation. He thrust deep and far until my hips lifted to greet him, sucking him inside me.
"Ohh," I whimpered. Nothing had felt this intense. Pregnancy sex was something completely different.
His lips fell to mine and I bit and kissed him while he rode in and out, pumping with steady strokes.
He hit my inner walls, rocking me to my core. I clenched and groped, wanting the orgasm to shatter me. Needing it to bring us back together.
My eyes locked on his and we both knew it was coming. Blake's fingers wound through mine as his breathing turned to ragged pants.
"You're mine, always."
I nodded. "Always."
And with a final thrust he moaned as he pumped his release inside me. He smiled slowly, his body rigid with pleasure and satisfaction.
I pressed my lips to his.
He pushed again and the world collapsed in on me. I screamed out, the orgasm pinching and firing shockwaves through my nerves.
"Oh God, Blake. Oh shit." My eyes closed as I tried to hold on, but he only picked up the pace, pushing deeper, spreading my legs farther apart.
"Feel how good it is between us," he growled. "Feel what we do together."
I bit my lip. My head thrashed to the side. Another orgasm built in my core and before I could handle the last one, the new one unleashed in my body.
"Fuck, baby," Blake groaned, his eyes rolling back.
I was squeezing his cock with everything I had. We rocked and thrust. Our bodies dripped with sweat. Our lips found each other, until finally the rhythm slowed and Blake settled next to me.
He exhaled. "What in the hell was that?"
I giggled. "I think that was pregnancy sex."
"Whatever it was, I liked it." He kissed my shoulder.
We stared at the ceiling. The candles flickered from the mason jars.
"You know I'm not freezing anymore."
"Didn't think you'd stay cold long."
He shifted to his side. His eyes drifted to my navel as he began to draw circles on my belly.
"This is incredible."
"You're happy?" I was hesitant to ask. Having a baby wasn't an automatic pass for happiness. There was so much to discuss.
"Of course I'm happy. We made a baby." He flattened his palm. "When do you think it was? On the boat? The swing?"
I laughed. "I think it was the first time. The couch."
"The couch. Really?" He raised his eyebrows.
I nodded. "It was the first time I'd ever had sex like that. I just have this feeling."
"Magic position." He winked.
"It was magic, wasn't it?"
"Damn straight." He tickled the tops of my thighs and I wriggled under the pressure.
"Blake?"
"Hmm?"
"Before the baby, before today, my answer was yes."
He sat forward. "Yes?"
I nodded. "I missed you. Nothing mattered anymore. What I have in Dallas doesn't matter. I want you to know that. I figured it out before this morning. But the baby-it changes things."
He brushed the hair from my face. The tendrils were damp. "It does." He lowered his mouth to mine, inhaling with a fierce kiss.
"I was never going to get over you, Sierra."
I smiled. "Now you don't have to."
"What do you want to do with the house?" Blake asked as we locked up the door. We had kept in warm in the linen closet as long as we could. We had to head for somewhere with heat.
I dropped the keys in my purse. "I'd like to keep it. What do you think?"
He nodded. "Yeah, let's do it."
"What do you mean?"
We walked down the wooden stairs. There were so many repairs the house needed. There were leaks under sinks. A few of the gutters had broken away from the house. And now I knew without power I was setting up the scenario for possible frozen pipes.
"I mean, let's make this our island house. I'll sell the business to Cole."
I stopped in my tracks. "What?"
"Cole wants to build boats. There's a pier here. We can build anything else we need. It's where you grew up. You were happy here. I can see us here."
I was amazed. Blown away. "You're serious?"
He pulled me toward him. "Completely. Let's do it. We'll fix it up and it will be ready for us next summer."
"You realize next summer there will be three of us."
"Yeah, I do. You think I should buy some of those baby life jackets?"
"I don't know how much boating we're going to do."
Blake held my hand, leading me down the stairs and toward the truck. I had one of the quilts wrapped around my shoulders. It was going to be a chilly ride over to his house.
"And before that?"
He opened the door for me.
"Are you asking about Orlando?" I looked at him.
"I am."
"I'm there if you're there. I'm here if you're here." I leaned into him. "I swear this girl is never leaving you again."
He grinned. "I knew you'd leave this island with me."
He was cocky, but I loved it because he was right.
Epilogue
I looked out over the water. The sun had almost set on another cold December day on the island. There were a few boats skimming the waves, making their way in for the night. I put the truck in reverse, cranked up the heat inside the cab, and made a U-turn out of Shell Point.
There were a few lights glowing on Shirley Lane. The clay pots spilled over with purple and gold pansies. I sighed as I passed the house. It was where everything had started. Again. I knew as long as I lived, I wouldn't pass that house without thinking about Sierra and that summer. I shook my head and reached for the radio.
I slowed the truck before easing it onto a grassy lane. The grass was mostly brown now except for a few stubborn weeds, which refused to accept summer was long gone. I parked next to the marina office, but left the engine running. It was too cold to start the heating process all over again, and I knew Jojo would have the oysters ready for me.
"Well, look who's here." Jojo beamed from behind the counter.
"Hey, darlin'." I strolled to the counter. "Did Willis get my order together?"
"Sugar, you know it." Jojo walked out from behind the register and turned to the line of coolers near the door. "How many bushels you need?"
"I think one is plenty." I withdrew cash from my wallet and placed it on the counter. I grabbed the canvas sack from her grasp. "Tell Willis I said thank you. I heard these were his best this year."
"He'll appreciate that, Blake." She smiled. "Take care, honey."
I heaved the fifty-pound sack into the bed of the truck and jumped into the cab, ready for the blast of heat. It didn't matter to me what the temperature reading was on the dash; the cold had settled into all the nooks and crannies of the island. I continued south a few hundred yards. My thumb lightly drummed the top of the steering wheel. I couldn't help but sing along with The Embers-somehow it made the summer not feel so far away.