That sounded so good. A naked Vlad, in her bed, his hot hard body at her command.
A bed. They needed a bed. Alexis was supposed to be sleeping in her bed. But he had a bed. Yes, a bed was just what they needed.
Some part of her thought maybe she should stop. They still needed time. Nothing had really changed from last night to tonight. In fact, learning he’d held some information back had shaken whatever trust in him she was starting to feel. They had to get to know each other again. They had to find a new balance, start a whole new relationship. They were parents. They [couldn’t just give in to their lust without consequence.
Another part of her thought, This is Vlad, the father of your child. The man you always thought you’d marry. The one man you loved so much, you haven’t been able to even consider another man since meeting him. He’s yours.
She liked the way that voice thought. She decided to listen to that one. Just this once. Because she needed this, needed him, more than she needed her next meal. And she was a woman who loved her food.
Chapter Eleven
“Would it be rushing you to say let’s go back to your bedroom?” Rose asked between kisses.
He groaned, his big body trembling. In the next instant, he stood with her in his arms, the move so fast she gasped.
Capturing her mouth again, he carried her to his bedroom, bumping open the door, then reaching down to shut it silently. The fact that even now he was concerned and aware enough not to wake Zoe left her giddy, and the love she’d worked to forget overwhelmed her. They may have to start over and get to know one another again, she may still have to figure out how to trust him again, but falling in love with him wouldn’t be a problem. She was already there.
He settled her onto the bed, then straightened to strip off his shirt. She reached for him the instant he stretched out next to her, her hands roaming over the planes of hard muscles she remembered so well. And yet he was brand new to her. She set about relearning all the dips and rises, the lovely ridges of his abs, the way he sucked in a breath when her fingers brushed against his ribs. When simply touching him wasn’t quite enough, she slid down to run her lips across his chest, down the center of his stomach, flicking her tongue against the skin just above his jeans.
Oh, the sounds he made, those deep groans, growls, and hisses. She’d always loved listening to him, thrilling in his pleasure. She rubbed her hand over the hard ridge of his cock, through his jeans, and when his hips bucked, she grinned.
He rewarded her efforts by flipping her onto her back and indulging in his own exploration. He removed her t-shirt and bra, then dipped his head and took her nipple into the heat of his mouth. The feel of him sent a sharp shock of lust straight to her core. She squeezed her thighs together to contain the pressure building too fast.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured as he kissed from her breast down the center of her stomach.
Everything in her clenched and tightened, straining and coiling, the tingles of sensation almost painful. “I’ve missed you, too,” she panted. Then groaned as he slipped a hand under the waistband of her jeans, not far, just enough to tease and torment.
He brushed his fingers gently just above the line of her underwear. She gasped and her hips bucked. For long moments, he did nothing more than drop light, wet kisses over her stomach and brush the skin along her lower abdomen, teasing at the elastic of her panties but never quite dipping beneath.
The teasing drove her to the very edge of screaming. Her every nerve jumped and fired. Her body clenched tight, straining toward more.
“Vlad.” His name came out low and husky between her clenched teeth, both a plea and a demand. If he didn’t remove her jeans soon, she was going to do it herself.
His chuckle tickled her stomach, sending another wave of tingles through her. Her nipples were peaked and so sensitive even the gentle brush of air in the room felt like a delicious torment.
“You always were in a hurry to get naked,” he said as he finally, finally unbuttoned her jeans.
“All the good stuff happens when we’re naked,” she said, wiggling to help him get her jeans and underwear off. “Speaking of which, lose the rest of your clothes. Now.”
His laugh was dark and husky, a seduction all its own. He stood long enough to shuck off the rest of his clothing, but he stared at her the entire time. Now naked, she arched and stretched under his gaze, feeling like the sexiest woman on Earth. The way his dark eyes narrowed and his breathing sped as he stared only made her hotter.
“You got a new tattoo,” he commented, his tone almost an octave deeper now.
She’d wondered if he’d notice. To her extreme pleasure, he knelt on the bed and brought his face close to the little red heart she had on her inner right thigh. He traced it with one finger. It was a simple enough design, but he studied it like it held some secret.