Page 124 of Meant for Mayhem

She bit her lip, but the way her thighs pressed together told me she was as affected by this as I was. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and dragged them down slowly, then settled between her legs like I knew she loved.

Shannon’s breath hitched the second my mouth found her. I took my time like the book described—long teasing licks, savoring the soft sounds she made when I circled her clit with my tongue. Her fingers threaded through my hair, holding on as her hips rolled against my face. I slid one finger insider her, then two, curling them while I sucked gently on that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“God, yes,” she gasped, thighs trembling around my ears.

She was so responsive, so wet already, and every moan went straight to my cock.

I could have stayed there for hours, memorizing exactly what pressure and rhythm made her back arch off the bed, but Shannon had other ideas. Her grip tightened in my hair, and she tugged me upward.

“Come here,” she breathed, pulling me up her body until our mouths crashed together again. I could taste her arousal mixed with the kiss, filthy and perfect.

Her hands fumbled between us, palming me through my pants before she worked the button and zipper open with impatient fingers.

I helped her shove the fabric down, kicking my pants and boxers the rest of the way off without breaking the kiss. Skin to skin now, my cock was heavy and aching against her thigh.

Still, we kept kissing, equal parts deep and messy and desperate and so full of longing I was about to break.

Shannon broke the kiss enough to whisper, “I want you.”

I pulled back slightly, bracing myself on my forearms so I could look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes blown wide with need, lips kiss-swollen. And she was the most stunning thing I’d ever seen.

“You sure?” I asked, kissing along her neck, then sucking her nipples through the fabric of her bra.

She sucked in a breath, arching into my mouth, so I did it again to the other one, switching back and forth between the two.

“I’m sure.” She reached between us, wrapping her fingers around me and stroking once, twice, making my hips jerk into her hold. “I’m on birth control, but after everything you’ve been through, if you want a condom too, I understand. No more pregnancy scares for you.”

I swallowed hard.

For one, the idea of stopping long enough to find a condom felt impossible. But even more than that, her words unlocked something deeper. I looked down at her, spread out beneath me in that red lace, and the thought hit me with surprising clarity.

The idea of Shannon pregnant with my child wasn’t terrifying.

Not even close.

She already felt like family. Like she belonged in my world, in my bed, in my future.

So when the image of her belly round with my baby popped into my head, of her glowing and soft and carrying a piece of us, a fresh wave of heat went through me.

Shannon’s hand was still on my cock, working me over, so she felt the moment I got even harder. We both looked down at it, and a slow smile spread over Shannon’s face.

She let out a soft, surprised laugh that turned breathy when I rocked against her again. “Is this because I mentioned being pregnant? Do you like the idea of coming inside me bare? Filling me up with your seed?”

“Don’t say that word,” I growled against her neck as I got even harder in her hand. “That’s a weird word.”

She tossed her head back and laughed, then squeezed her hand around me. “Who knew Mikko Laaksonen had a breeding kink?”

I grinned down at her, brushing my nose against hers. “Only with you.”

Something shifted in her expression—warmer, softer, hungrier. She pulled me down into another kiss, legs wrapping around my waist. “Then what are you waiting for?”

That was all the permission I needed.

I pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the tight, perfect heat of her. Shannon’s nails dug into my shoulders as she took me, her head tipping back with a long, low moan. When I bottomed out we both stilled, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

“You feel incredible,” I whispered.

She rolled her hips, urging me to move. I started with deep, measured strokes that built gradually, finding the rhythm that made her gasp my name. The red bra stayed on for a while longer until I couldn’t resist tugging the cups down so I could taste her breasts while I fucked her. Every thrust drew new sounds from her, every kiss swallowed her moans.