“I don’t want you to feel like you have to marry me right away because of this child.”

Max caressed my cheek. “Babe, look at me.” When I did, he continued, “I’m the one who wanted to get married as soon as possible, remember? Everything will be fine. We are going to have many bumps along the road, but we’ll ride them together. I’m just glad you’re fine. For a minute there, I thought you had...cancer. At least we know now you can get pregnant.”

Max took it better than I had imagined. Initially, I thought he was going to lose it and stay that way. However, I couldn’t help wonder if he was hiding how he truly felt. For my sake, I knew he would try. I only wished he had been more thrilled about this news. It would have made it more acceptable for me.

Max knew how worried I was about not being able to get pregnant because of what my mom went through. He was right, though. At least we knew now that I could. I just wished Max was really happy for us. Turning away from him, I couldn’t help the tears as I snuggled against my pillow. It was the first time I’d slept with my back toward him.

Chapter 7

Becky

There was a soft knock at the front door about an hour after Jenna left, which was faster than I’d expected. I knew who it was and I couldn’t wait to see him. I had texted Matthew to let him know that Jenna was going to Max’s place. After looking through the peephole to confirm it was him, I twisted the door handle. Before I even had a chance to open it all the way, Matthew shoved the door open and almost knocked me down in the process.

“Becca.” Matthew’s tone came out low and thick, and his eyes were set on me hungrily. Before I could even say a word, he conquered me in his arms and claimed me with his lips. “I…missed…you,” he said between kisses, slamming us against the wall.

“I…missed…you…too.” I breathed the words when I could between returning his kisses and taking off his clothes. We were rough, bumping into each other while we tried to undress. It would have been easier if we both took a step back, but we couldn’t. We needed to touch each other, and even a second apart was too long.

Matthew took me to my room and gently placed me on top of my dresser. Slowing things down, he kissed me tenderly while his hand ran down the length of my body—not a single spot was missed. Every place he touched, heat blistered each nerve in my body and I couldn’t get enough. Though I should have been enjoying his gentle caress, it was a torcher. I needed him inside of me and I couldn’t take it any longer. It had only been two days, but it felt like a week.

“Matthew.” I took a fistful of his hair and pulled him up. His tongue teasing my clit was driving me insane. Taking his lips on mine, I kissed him with desperation. Suddenly I pulled away, practically bathing his neck with my tongue. “I need you inside of me,” I demanded, nibbling his ear. Hearing Matthew moan was an indication he wanted the same.

“Not just yet.” With his wet tongue, he slithered down from the tip of nose, down my neck, to my collarbone, over my breast, and sucked the hell out of my nipple. Then he went down to my belly button, to my thigh, and to the tip of my toes. Holy f**k! He was sucking my toes. No one had ever done that before, so I never knew that it could be this stimulating. Hell...this was over. I had gone over the edge.

“Matthew. Now.” I jumped off, taking him with me. He landed flat on his back on my bed. Matthew chuckled, thoroughly enjoying seeing me like a wild animal. Well, he was going to get exactly what he asked for. Straddling him, I pinned his arms over his head. He held a sexy smirk while he let me take over. Matthew and I both heaved in air and made the most pleasurable sound at the same time when I positioned his dick to slip inside of me.

“My wild Becca.” His words were barely audible. I was grinding my hips into him so hard and fast that I was the one in control now. Matthew tilted his neck back with his eyes closed. Seeing him come apart made me feel powerful, knowing I was giving him just as much pleasure as he had given me.

Suddenly, Matthew flipped me over with a growl. He was now hovering over me. With his elbow giving him support so he wouldn’t crush me, he caressed my hair back. His eyes pierced mine with affection; it was overwhelming to see that he could care for me as much as I did for him. I could tell from his expression he was searching for the right words to say to me.

“Becca,” he called my name softly. “I really missed you. And I’m not just saying this casually like it’s no big deal. I don’t think I’ve ever missed anyone this much before.”

Shocked by his words, I blinked in surprise. Not ever having a guy say that to me before, it was hard to grasp that one I cared about felt the same way about me. Always being the ass**le magnet, a part of me was expecting that something would go wrong; that he would end up breaking up with me because I wasn’t good enough for him, or that he would turn out to be one of the ass**les I’d been attracted to. Yet, he was turning out to be a true prince.

“I missed you, too,” I said, giving him a coy smile.

“How much?” His eyes got dark and greedy again. I could tell he was aroused by the sound of my tone, and hell...he already had me on fire. I wanted him to stop talking and give me all of him.

“More than I thought I would,” I replied, and gasped when Matthew entered me again.

“More than you thought you would?” He sounded disappointed. “Next time I’ll do a lot better to make you miss me even more.” With each word, he pumped me harder. Lifting my legs to anchor over his shoulder, he reached in deeper.