Chapter 136 The Sexiest Thing Walking
Chapter 136 The Sexiest Thing Walking
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Cade POV
Six months pregnant. I’m enormous. My ankles disappeared weeks ago, replaced by what Jordan jokingly refers to as “cankles.” My back aches constantly, and I haven’t seen my own feet without the aid of a mirror since what feels like the dawn of time. I feel like a whale—a very cranky, very uncomfortable whale who wants nothing more than to lie in bed with a pint of pickles and ice cream and watch mindless television.
So when Charlie finds me standing in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, staring at my reflection with a mixture of horror and dismay, I expect him to offer sympathy. Maybe a foot rub. Definitely not the heated, hungry look he’s giving me now.
“What?” I ask, turning away from the mirror with a sigh. “Don’t look at me. I’m a monster.”
Charlie doesn’t say anything. He just crosses the room, his eyes never leaving me, his expression unreadable but intense. He stops in front of me, his hands coming to rest on the firm curve of my stomach, his thumbs stroking the stretched skin there in a way that never fails to send shivers down my spine.
“You’re not a monster,” he says, his voice low and rough with an emotion that makes my breath catch. “You’re… incredible.”
I roll my eyes, though my heart is starting to beat faster. “Incredibly huge, maybe. I can’t even bend over to tie my own shoes anymore. I had to ask Jordan to help me put on my socks this morning. It was humiliating.”
“I’ll tie your shoes,” Charlie replies, his gaze dropping to my stomach, his eyes darkening. “I’ll help you with your socks. I’ll do whatever you need.”
His hands move from my stomach to my hips, his grip firm but gentle. He leans in, burying his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. I shiver as his breath ghosts across my skin, my body responding instantly to his proximity, a familiar heat pooling low in my belly.
“Charlie,” I whisper, though I’m not sure if I’m protesting or encouraging him.
“You smell so good,” he murmurs against my skin, his lips brushing against my pulse point. “Like vanilla and cinnamon and… something else. Something that’s uniquely you. Uniquely ours. It’s driving me crazy.”
His hands slide around to my back, pulling me closer until there’s no space between us, the swell of my stomach pressing against the hard evidence of his arousal. I can feel his erection pressing against me, hard and insistent, and my own body responds with a sudden, desperate need that takes me by surprise. Pregnancy has made my libido unpredictable, but this… this is different. This is all Charlie.
“We can’t,” I protest weakly, my head falling back to give him better access to my neck. “I’m too pregnant. The doctor said—”
“The doctor said sex is fine as long as you’re comfortable,” Charlie interrupts, lifting his head to look at me, his eyes burning with a fire that makes my knees weak. “Are you comfortable, Cade? Because I look at you—all round and glowing and full with our son—and I’ve never wanted anyone more.”
His words are a physical caress, and I feel my resolve crumbling. I’m tired, and achy, and feel about as sexy as a house, but the way he’s looking at me… the way he’s touching me… it makes me feel powerful. Desired. Beautiful.
“Charlie,” I breathe, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair.
“Tell me what you need,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down my throat. “Tell me what you want.”
I want him. It’s that simple, and that complicated. “You,” I gasp as his teeth graze my collarbone. “I want you.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. He scoops me up with an ease that still startles me, carrying me to the bed and laying me down gently against the pillows. He hovers over me, his weight on his elbows, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice thick with desire. “We don’t have to—”
“Charlie,” I interrupt, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. “Shut up and make love to me.”
He kisses me then, a deep, possessive kiss that claims me, body and soul. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, exploring, tasting, and I meet him with equal passion, my hands roaming over the hard planes of his back, pulling him closer.
He breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged as he begins to undress me. His hands are reverent as he lifts the sweater over my head, his gaze worshipful as he looks at my bare, swollen stomach.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his lips tracing the taut skin. “So beautiful.”
I arch against him as his tongue dips into my navel, my hands fisting in the sheets. “Charlie… please…”
He doesn’t rush. He worships. His hands trace the heavy curve of my belly, his touch so light it’s almost a tickle, yet it sends jolts of electricity straight to my groin. He presses his lips to the stretched skin, right over where our son is currently doing somersaults.
“Hello in there,” he murmurs against my stomach. “Daddy’s here.”
I let out a shaky breath, my hands coming to rest in his hair, holding him to me. The sight of this strong, virile young man nuzzling my pregnant stomach like it’s the most precious thing in the world is almost too much to bear. It’s so intimate, so tender; it makes my heart ache.
He continues his exploration, his lips and tongue tracing a path down the sensitive skin of my belly, over my hips, down the crease of my thigh. I’m writhing beneath him, my body a live wire of sensation. My dick is hard and leaking against my stomach, desperate for attention, but Charlie is in no hurry.
He bypasses my erection entirely, instead nuzzling the soft skin of my inner thigh, his breath hot against my most sensitive flesh. I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed, a silent plea for more.
“Charlie, please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need. “Please…”
He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face. “Please what, Cade? Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want,” I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets. “Damn it, Charlie…”
He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through me. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Touch me,” I beg, my pride crumbling under the weight of my desire. “Suck me. Please, Charlie… I need your mouth on me.”
That’s what he’s been waiting for. With a groan of satisfaction, he lowers his head, his tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum beading at the tip of my dick. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as he takes me into his mouth, his hot, wet heat enveloping me.
He’s good at this. So good. He knows exactly how to drive me wild, how to push me to the brink and pull back just enough to prolong the agony. He sucks and licks and nibbles, his hands stroking my thighs, my belly, my balls, until I’m a mindless, writhing mess of need.
“Charlie,” I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…”
He pulls back, his lips swollen and glistening, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “Not yet,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “I want to be inside you and feel you come apart on my dick.”
He moves back up my body, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss that tastes of me and him and something else—something primal and possessive. I can feel his erection pressing against my entrance, hard and insistent, and I spread my legs wider, a silent invitation.
He enters me slowly, carefully, his gaze never leaving mine. I’m so wet, so ready for him, that he slides in easily, filling me completely. We both groan as he buries himself to the hilt, his weight resting on his elbows to avoid crushing me.
“God, Cade,” he murmurs, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel incredible. So tight, so wet. Made for just me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Move,” I beg. “Please, move.”
He begins to thrust, slowly at first, then faster as our need grows more urgent. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure through me, building upon itself until I’m mindless with desire. Charlie’s mouth finds mine again, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips, claiming me, consuming me.
I can feel my orgasm building, a tightening in my stomach, a tingling in my limbs. “Charlie,” I gasp, breaking the kiss. “I’m close.”
“Let go,” he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as he gets close to his own release. “Let me see you fall apart, Cade.”
With a cry, I shatter, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Charlie follows me over the edge a moment later, his body shuddering as he spills inside me, his knot swelling, locking us together in a way that brooks no argument who I belong to and how much he loves me.
We stay connected, our bodies trembling with aftershocks, as we slowly come down from our high. Charlie presses soft kisses against my neck, my shoulders, anywhere he can reach.
“God, I love you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much.”
Tears well in my eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of my feelings for him. “I love you too,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “So much.”
As we lie there, joined together, our son moving between us, I feel a peace settle over me that I’ve never known before. This is right. This is how it’s meant to be. Our little family, growing stronger every day.