His large hands cupped her head, his fingers grazing her scalp as she moved, adding to her pleasure. Soft sounds emitted from her throat as she sucked. This was everything she wanted.

She forced her eyes open so she could see his face. His eyes were slitted as he watched her go down on him. She felt the heat in his gaze to her core. Since he’d stripped, he’d touched no part of her body but her hair, but she was so aroused, she needed to feel him inside her. Now.

She released him from her mouth and rose to her feet, then quickly yanked off her yoga pants and underwear.

“Scoot to the middle of the bed and lie on your back,” she ordered.

He complied without hesitation. She climbed on the bed, then crawled across the mattress and straddled him, taking his cock in hand and lining it up with her opening. She slid down onto his shaft, seating him deep inside her body in one motion.

Her nerves shot with pleasure at the fast penetration, a thick, hot intrusion into her tight body.

“There is something so fucking hot about you being slick and ready for me when I never even touched you.”

She let out a soft groan, the feeling so intense, she couldn’t even say the words to agree with him.

His hands found her breasts as she used her knees to push herself up and down on his shaft. When one hand dropped down to stroke her clit with his thumb, she threw her head back and moved in a primal rhythm that brought her closer and closer to the crest of the wave.

His hips bucked upward, and she moved in unison. His thumb worked magic, and she shattered, pleasure rippling through her from both the friction of his cock and the stroke of his thumb. His hips moved in an urgent rhythm, and he crested too, his body pulsing with his ejaculation.

Fast, intense, explosive, it was everything she’d needed from him. Everything she’d needed to give.

She gazed down at him and saw the burn of emotion in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, and she pressed a finger to his lips. She knew what he was about to say, and she didn’t want his words in the air, lest he think she was giving him an echo, saying merely what she believed he wanted to hear.

She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, opening her mouth to kiss him. She realized they hadn’t even kissed today. Not really.

Her tongue slid against his, adding another flavor to her sensory pleasure. Then she raised her head and met his gaze. “I love you, Chief Warrant Officer Xavier Rivera, and I want us to raise our baby together as a family.”

Chapter Forty-Two