Chapter Seventeen

Robyn’s laughter traveled through him like electricity. He pushed her by the hips, and she fell onto the bed, bouncing softly.

 

“Hope they don’t charge us for damages,” she murmured as he undid his belt. It clanked as the metal clasp hit the button of his jeans. He unzipped his pants and slid them down slowly, his tented boxers the first to protrude.

 

“I don’t care if they do,” he said, toeing off his boots so he could take off his jeans. Once they were off, he tugged at Robyn’s pants. “This is on Morales, remember?”

 

She let out a low hum as he tugged her jeans down to her ankles. Her thighs went goose pimply as the cool air hit her skin. He skipped kisses up the length of her legs then, stopping at the line of her panties.

 

“How many days do we have here?” Her voice came out shaky; a sure sign that she was losing any remaining vestiges of control. He would make sure she didn’t hang onto even a shred.

 

“Two,” he whispered into the jutting bone of her hip. She squirmed beneath him, and he held her in place, brushing his lips over the damp fabric, biting into her pussy.

 

“Oh God,” she moaned out as he gently nibbled her clit through her panties. She arched her back, and he gathered her closer to him, soldering her to his face.

 

“Don’t you try to get away,” he warned as he pushed aside her panties. Her pussy was dripping, swollen, ready for him to push his way inside her and feel every last inch of that velvety heat.

 

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, and then gasped, knotting her fingers in his hair.

 

He hummed low as he pressed his tongue inside of her – lapped up that sweet juice that was just for him. She moaned low, cinching her thighs around the back of his neck.

 

“You like that?” He pushed his tongue against the hard bud of her clit.

 

A shiver wracked her body, and she grunted. He chuckled into her pussy. He would take that as her answer. He took her clit between his two front teeth while he inserted one finger inside her, then another. She huffed, rocking against him.

 

“Easy now.” He started a languorous rhythm, one designed to tease rather than sate. He watched as her eyes went hooded, her face steeling over into a mask of need and desire.

 

“Avoonnnn.” She moaned, writhing beneath him. He flicked his tongue against her clit.

 

“Two full days,” he murmured, then sat back.

 

Robyn screamed.

 

“Not fair,” she said, kicking at him with one leg.

 

He laughed, catching her ankle easily. He pressed a kiss to the bone there, then set her leg gently on the bed.

 

“This is more than fair.” He stood slowly, using every ounce of his willpower to stick to the teasing game. He pushed his boxers down, measuring his breaths, his steps, the seconds between words. If he didn’t, then he’d be liable to ravage her without a second’s thought.

 

She huffed again, kicking her leg up in the air. Once he pushed the boxers down, his cock bobbed heavy in front of him. Her gaze fell. Electricity sparked through him.

 

“Avon,” she said, but this time it sounded like a warning. Another shred of his control drifted away. He eased onto the bed between her legs, making sure not to touch her just yet. She hooked a leg around his back, bringing him hard against her. “You’re moving too slow.”

 

“Maybe I just want to make sure you’re enjoying it.” He pressed a kiss to her low belly, to the growing swell that was their baby. He dragged his chin over her belly button. Soon this belly would be big, and they would be parents to a wriggling, squealing little human. The thought sent warmth spiraling through him, alongside desire.

 

She was full of his baby. There was nothing hotter than that.

 

He trailed kisses up over her ribcage, snagging a nipple between his teeth. He lavished attention over the pert bud as he wriggled his hips into position. She let a sigh beneath him, dragging her fingernails over the ridge of his shoulder.

 

“I need it,” she whimpered.

 

His cockhead slipped into place, sliding between her slick folds. Her nails dug into skin. He tensed and then surged forward, drilling inside of her faster than he’d intended. But it was so hard to hold back – when she felt like this, when she was begging for it. Every cell of his body knew the motions and pace that would bring them both to the explosive end they needed.

 

Robyn let a strangled noise as he thrust into her, his entire body coated with warmth and prickles. This was a losing battle. His lower belly tightened as his own orgasm churned. He was on the brink, and he’d been inside her for less than a minute. She made him a schoolboy all over again.

 

“Fuck, Robyn.” His own voice was gruff, foreign to his ears, and thick with the fog of satisfaction. His eyes fluttered shut as he pushed himself in and out. She clawed at his lower back, her legs splaying open.

 

“Oh God,” she moaned out.

 

The sound of her voice made it impossible to bide his time. He needed it harder. Faster. He scooped her ass cheeks up in his hands and sat back, pulling her up so that she straddled him. He sunk even deeper inside her. A girlish gasp escaped her. He laughed as he buried his face between her breasts.

 

“Christ, Avon,” she breathed out, slinging her arms around his neck.

 

He grunted into her neck as he drove into her from below. Her breasts jiggled as he fucked her. Their eyes locked.

 

And then it started: the slow, delicate unfolding of his orgasm. Being lost in her gaze had done it, pushing him over the edge despite his best attempts. He steadied her by the hips as he thrust up, sweat collecting on the seams where their thighs met.

 

“I’m coming,” he said, his thighs tensing.

 

Robyn’s head dropped back, and she moved along with him, her body matching his movements. They rolled like a fast, desperate wave. Robyn’s breath hitched and then she cried out. Her nails dug into the sides of his biceps, her pussy contracting around him in waves.

 

The dam broke inside him, and the orgasm he’d tried to beat back came rushing forth. A groan shuddered out of him, and he fell forward. The two of them fell backward on the bed. He braced himself with his elbows, his belly jerking as he came.

 

Heat flooded him. He released multiple rounds inside her, his groan coming out jagged and gruff.

 

Once the pleasure had subsided into a muted hum of satisfaction, he was able to come back to Earth.

 

“Holy shit,” he whispered. When he found her gaze, something was swirling in her eyes that he immediately recognized. Something that was swirling in his own body.

 

She fingered a few strands of his hair, a sly smile crossing her face. It was like he could read her, even when she wasn’t saying anything. His cock pulsed softly from inside her, but he didn’t make any effort to move.

 

There was no reason to break the perfect stillness of this moment. He pressed his lips to hers in a barely-there kiss. She made a small noise, her eyes clouding over when he pulled back to look at her again.

 

“I don’t think I can move,” she whispered.

 

“You don’t have to.”

 

And that’s when the realization flooded over him, leaving him feeling both brittle and buoyant in the aftermath of that killer orgasm. Robyn was no longer a question mark in the future. She was a necessity; an inevitable part that he wasn’t sure he could do without.

 

He blinked as the words cycled through his head, rubbing his thumb over her lips.

 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Her eyes held a mischievous glint.

 

“How pretty you are.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. Now wasn’t the time to go there.

 

Now he just wanted to bask in the moment – gobble up all these private moments while they had them, until this suspended dream gave way to their reality back in Ohio.