His lips settled softly on her bare shoulder for a tender kiss. The simple touch eased the ache for a split second. A second she wanted back and to build on until she felt herself again.
She glanced over her shoulder. Rory opened his eyes and stared back at her.
“Make me feel something other than this aching emptiness.”
Rory’s hand smoothed over her belly, down between her legs. His knee pushed between her thighs, giving him enough room to slide his fingers over her soft folds. His lips settled on her shoulder again, planting soft, wet kisses up to her neck and ear. “Stop thinking. Just feel.”
She reached over her head and slid her fingers through his hair as his lips pressed another soft kiss behind her ear. “Now I’m only thinking about you.”
“What do you think about this?” He slid one finger into her slick center, filling her, but not enough.
“I want more. I want you.” She rocked her hips into his hand, rubbing her bottom against his growing erection. She pressed back into his hard length, making him groan.
She closed her eyes and rode the ripples of pleasure Rory’s hand and mouth evoked. She let go of everything but this moment with him. Her body softened and responded to his deep, intimate touch. Pleasure gathered like a storm in her belly.
She rocked back against Rory’s hard cock, seeking more of his touch. Wanting him inside her, a part of her.
“Rory,” she called out into the night.
He answered, slowly pulling his hand free, rubbing it up and over her thigh. His body shifted away behind her as he reached for the condom in the drawer. She smoothed her hand down his thigh, up, and over his hard length, stroking and teasing while he tore open the condom. He sighed behind her, then nudged her hand away with the back of his and sheathed himself. His big hand settled on her hip and pulled her back to him as he thrust into her. Filled, complete, she moaned. His mouth skimmed over her shoulder, his tongue sliding against her heated skin, sending a shiver down her back. His hips moved away, then he thrust back into her hard and deep.
What started slow and sweet turned urgent. She liked it, a lot, and rocked back into him when he plunged into her again. His grip on her hip intensified. She wanted to feel his strength and lose herself in the intensity.
He thrust into her again. The hair on his thighs tickled the backs of her smooth ones. She loved the roughness of him against her softness. He slid his free arm under her arm, wrapped it around her ribs, and rolled to his back, holding on to her upper body and hip. She lay down his length, her head on his chest. His hand smoothed over her breasts, his finger plucking at her tight nipple before he palmed her whole breast and squeezed. He moved his hips below her, sliding in and out of her in a soft, smooth rhythm she matched with her up and down movements. The hand on her hip slid across her belly and down to where they were joined. His fingers skimmed over her folds as he thrust into her again, then came up, and the pad of his finger stroked her clit, sending a shockwave of heat through her system. She rolled her hips, taking him in deeper, and increasing the pressure of his finger on her clit. Wrapped in his arms, his big body moving beneath hers and in hers, she let the wave of pleasure wash through her as her body tightened around his. She rode that wave as Rory thrust into her hard and deep until his body tensed below her and he let go and joined her in the heaven they created.
Sadie lay on top of him, his arm across her ribs, his big hand over her breast. The other hand rested over her belly, his fingers splayed wide.
He adjusted below her, sending an aftershock of pleasure through her system. He kissed the side of her head and hugged her close. “Are you okay?”
“Mmm, perfect.” She snuggled against him, lingering in that space between utter bliss and blissful sleep. She didn’t want to move. She wanted to stay right here, close to Rory, in this lovely paradise in the dark where time seemed to halt just for them.
In life, there are moments like this you wished you could hold on to. She hoped they’d share many more just like it, but an ominous vibe shivered up her spine like someone walked over her grave. She hoped it was only her grief and uncertainty about her future intruding on this precious moment, not a forewarning of more hurt and tragedy to come.
CHAPTER 25
Sadie walked out of the bathroom after throwing up, with a cold, wet washcloth pressed to her cheek. Rory stared at her from the bed, his chest bare, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and surprise. She wished for some happiness mixed in, but didn’t see it.
“Uh, so that just happened.”
His gaze dipped to her belly and back to her face. She waited for him to ask if she was sure she was pregnant or if she just had the flu. Of course he didn’t ask. The silent conversations they had every time he looked at her too long, every time they made love and fell asleep with his hand over her stomach, every time she showed even the smallest sign that she was tired or not feeling well in even the slightest way turned into this festering thing between them. He blamed himself for something he couldn’t have prevented. Accidents happen. This one resulted in a baby.