CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY.
Alora’S POV.
“Now I understand why you didn’t object when I left for training this morning. You asked Halle to talk to me, didn’t you?” I ask the moment Jayce walks into the bedroom. He just returned from work and it’s shitty and bitchy and irrational of me to attack him like this, but I’m fuming. I got the conscience talk of my life from Halle today. Something I wasn’t expecting and her brutally honest words about the fact that my stubbornness isn’t going to do me and the baby any good landed like blows on my face and I was struck and speechless as I processed them.
Humiliating!
“Baby.” He sighs and approaches me. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”
“You make it look like I don’t listen to you.”
“Nope. That’s not what I was trying to do. I sent Halle because she would be in the best place to make you understand the dangers of training in your condition. She’s your personal trainer. She’s a woman. She knows better, that’s why I begged to talk to you. Nothing else.” He takes a stand before me. His beautiful eyes staring deep into my face.
He’s beautiful. So beautiful.
His lips are very succulent and are calling my name. All I need to do is step on my toes and reach for them, but I won’t. I can’t because I’m mad at him. I’m mad at him because he has once more outsmarted me.
He always wins!
“Well, you won. She managed to talk me out of my desire to train while I’m pregnant, but she agreed to take me on regular physical exercise to keep me active. She said it’s good for pregnant women.”
“But not during this first month.”
“She said that too.” My voice is almost inaudible. How does he know so much about these things?
Why is he so smart?
“Thank you for understanding.”
“I’m still upset with you!” He paces the suitcase on a nearby sofa, together with his suit jacket. My eyes are hovering over his immaculate white shirt as he comes to meet me again. His ripped torso. Something I will never grow accustomed to.
“What can I do to make this right, baby?” With a sly smile plastered on my face, I take calm, slow, calculated steps towards him. He’s looking at me with so much amusement as I put my hands on his chest and play with his shirt buttons.
“Make love to me.” I whisper up to him. Light flashes in his eyes. I feel his heart jump when I plant a small kiss on his left cheek.
“Is it safe?” He asks with a worried look on his face. I roll my eyes so hard, they almost get lost at the back of my head.
“For fuck’s sake Jayce…”
“I’m just messing with you!” He cuts me off with a chuckle and sweeps me off my feet, carrying me bridal style in his arms. I giggle like a baby that’s being tickled. When he places me on the bed, I don’t waste any time to crawl further onto it and invite him over. My body is a raging mass of hormones. It’s like this pregnancy has come with horniness. I want him here and now. Hard. Even though I know he won’t go hard on me.
“You’ll be the death of me, Alora.” His fingers are undoing his shirt buttons while his gaze is focused on me as I seductively strip out of my nightdress and toss it aside on the other side of the bed. I have no bra on. Just a pair of thongs and I hear Jayce mutter something like a curse as he slides down his pants and steps out of them. The bulge between his legs tells me he’s rock hard and ready to devour me.
I want him to devour me.
My entire body is on fire as he reaches for me on the bed. The tingling sensation between my legs feels like an itch that desperately needs to be scratched. It’s going to feel good.
“Are you sure you are ready for this?” His voice is raspy and hot. I nod without thinking. He gets on my body and claims my lips, kissing me like he owns me -he does. The kiss is blatantly, deliciously, carnal and I melt underneath him, matching every thrust of his tongue with mine. He tastes like mint, and Jayce and I can’t get enough. He’s the worst kind of addiction.
Dangerous and impossible to sate.
“Alora.” He groans, slipping his hands between my thighs. I part my legs slightly to give him more space to do whatever he wants down there. I shut my eyes and breathe hard as he glides the fabric of my underwear across my clit and my back arches at the burst of pleasure that radiates through my body, so sweet, I can taste it.
He captures my mouth with his again, his tongue sliding against my mind as his fingers stroke me through the fabric, expertly using it for friction. I rock my hips against his hand to feel more. I want more. A moan tumbles from my lips when his fingers slide under my underwear and stroke my slackened core. His touch is electric.
“So, damn soft and warm.” He kisses me deeply as his fingers touch and tease, making that sweet coil of pleasure tighten my core. I dig my nails into his shoulder, raise my hips from the bed as he makes tighter and tighter circles against my swollen clit. Pleasure shudders through me, breathing fire beneath my skin.
“More.” It’s all I’m capable of saying as my skin flushes and my pulse skyrockets. I’m going to combust, burst into flames and all I do is whimper against his mouth as he slides one finger into me. My muscles clench around him, and he works in a second.
“Oh, Moon goddess!” I cry out in pleasure. I definitely shouldn’t be calling her name in this situation, but I can’t help it. The pleasure is almost unbearable. I’m seeing stars. He uses his thumb to stroke my clit, the friction and pressure pushes me to the edge of mindless bliss. I cry out as I feel power surging through me. He slams his mouth on mine and swallows my cry as the first wave of orgasm washes over me, releasing that tight coil of tension a burst of sparks at the edge of my vision, breaking me into a million scatter stars.
He looks down at me, smiling and all I can think of is more. I want his cock in me right now and he seems to read my mind, because he slides down the last piece of grant from his body and settles between my legs. He pushes inside that first, tight inch of me and gasps at the fit, stretch.
Something I don’t think I will ever get used to. Whatever is left of his control slips and he takes me completely with one hard thrust. I moan into the kiss.
Deep.
He’s so fucking deep!
“You are so beautiful.” He says with a smile as he works his way in and out of me. My entire body fleshing and stretching to accommodate him more.
“So, fucking beautiful.”