That thought gave him goose bumps. He didn’t want to rush, but damn, with every touch and kiss, he wanted her more.
Dara broke the kiss and shifted around. She straddled him, and by the time her knee came down beside him, his pulse was through the roof.
“This—” He gulped. “This is taking it slow?”
“Is it too fast for you?”
“Uh…no? I mean, I don’t think so.”
She frowned. “We can stop.”
“No, I definitely don’t want to…” As he trailed off, he let his gaze drift over her, taking in the sight of her, how her hair tumbled over her shoulders and how sitting over him emphasized the beautiful curve of her waist. How had he never looked at her like this before?
“Matt?” Dara rested her hands behind him on the couch. “Is this too fast?”
“Uh. No. No, it’s not too…” What was the question? Christ, she was gorgeous. He’d always been pretty, but had she always been this hot? The smooth curve of her waist, the slight swell of her hips—and it probably didn’t hurt that her breasts were noticeably bigger than he remembered. Weren’t they?
Of course they were. Wasn’t that a side effect of being pregnant?
Oh God. She is pregnant, isn’t she?
He laughed and covered his face.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“Just this whole situation. It’s crazy.” He lowered his hand, still chuckling as he met her eyes. “I never thought I’d be losing my virginity to a woman who was already carrying my kid.”
Dara threw her head back and laughed. “Oh my God. I never even thought about that.”
“This is crazy.”
“Isn’t everything we do crazy?”
“Good point. Carry on.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” She laughed again and leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her again, and as she kissed him, she took his wrist and guided one of his hands lower. Down the back of her blouse. Over her belt. Right onto her ass.
Without thinking, he squeezed gently, and she pressed her hips against him, rubbing his cock through his jeans. He put his other hand on her ass. She ground against him. He barely had enough breath to keep kissing her, and she was breathing hard too, but he wasn’t stopping for anything.
She broke the kiss, though, and sat up. As she peeled off her shirt, Matt’s heart jumped into his throat. When she reached behind herself, he thought he heard himself cursing, and when her bra went slack, he breathed, “Fuck.”
She took off her bra and tossed it aside. “Something wrong?”
“No. Uh. No. Nothing’s wrong.” Except there’s a half-naked woman in my lap, and I have no idea what to do. “I’m kind of following your lead here.”
“That’s okay.” She grinned. “You can touch. That’s the whole idea.”
He hesitated. Then he slid his hands over her waist. God, he wanted to touch her all over, but…nerves. So fucking many nerves.
“I’m not gonna break.” She guided his hands to her breasts. “Promise.”
Well, you might not…
He still didn’t quite know where to start, but just feeling her breasts in his hands was mind-blowing. They were firm but soft, and he couldn’t get over the crazy, terrifying, exhilarating feeling of touching her this way.
We’re really doing this. We’re really—
He brushed her nipple with his fingertip, and she gasped.
Matt jerked his hands back. “What? Is it—”
“It’s okay.” She brought his hand back to her breast. “They’re just really, really sensitive right now.”
“Sensitive, like they hurt?”
“K-kind of. But also…not.”
“So should I stop or—”
“Don’t you dare.” That hint of breathlessness made his pulse jump.
He definitely didn’t stop. When she squirmed, she rubbed against his cock, and holy fuck, the soft little moans and the way her breath caught drove him wild. This was what he’d been nervous about? This was easy! And hot. So, so hot.
He couldn’t resist and drew her in a little so he could close his lips around her nipple.
“Oh God,” she murmured. He gently circled her nipple with his tongue, and the shudder that went through her made his cock even harder, so he did it again. Dara dug her nails into his shoulders. “Holy fuck. Keep…k-keep doing that. More.”
More? He did it faster. A little harder. She put his hand on her other breast and put his thumb and forefinger against her nipple, encouraging them to pinch. He pinched slightly, and she shivered again.
“Jesus Christ.” She was grinding hard against him now, her clothed pussy against his cock, her hand in his hair as if to keep him from pulling away from her breast, and her breathing kept getting faster and faster. “Don’t stop. I think…fuck, I think you’re gonna make me come.”