Free A Hero to Dance With Me by Marteeka Karland Page A

burying his face in her hair as he spoke. “I love you, too, baby. God, I love you so fucking much!”
    “Then take me to bed,” she whispered. “Make love to me.”
    “Will it be all right to? I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”
    She smiled. “Yes. Just be gentle with me and everything will be fine.”
    Instead of scooping her up in his arms, Steve urged her legs around his waist and lifted her from the bar, her body wrapped around his. His lips found hers as he walked them to the bed, their tongues twining softly, teasingly. Elle’s desire wound tight as he mastered her mouth, taking what he wanted, giving what she needed. By the time he laid her down and removed the rest of her clothing, she was panting for him, needing to feel him inside her once again.
    Steve didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry, though. Once they were both naked, he took his time, still exploring her new body. Her nipples seemed to fascinate him because no matter where his hands stroked and petted, he always came back to her breasts, his fingers plucking and flicking the taut peaks gently. Again, when his hands settled over her stomach, the baby kicked right underneath his palm.
    Steve chuckled. “Oh, no, little guy. Tonight, Mommy’s mine. You’re just going to have to go to sleep.” The child gave one more half-hearted kick before settling down.
    Elle giggled, reaching for Steve to pull him back to her for a kiss. “Get used to it, Dad. I have a feeling we’ll have to get inventive after this child arrives.”
    His grin was radiant. “Daddy,” he chuckled. “I really like the sound of that. Rick is never going to let me live any of this down after what I told him when he was courting Laura, but I do not give a damn,” he said, emphasizing each word of the expletive.
    Then he moved between her legs, kissing down her belly until he reached her sex. “I’ve dreamt about tasting you again, Jezelle.” His words were quiet, reverent even. “Can I taste you now?”
    Before she could answer, his tongue swiped slowly at her folds, taking her breath. Anything she might have said was lost on a breathy moan as his tongue flicked and laved her clit. Elle fisted her hands in his hair, holding him to her just where she needed him. Steve grunted his approval and set in to feast. The sucking sounds and the masculine growls were the sexiest music she’d ever heard, their dance the most erotic she’d ever experienced. She spread her legs wide, needing him to have access to all of her. Hands skimming up her sides, Steve skimmed her tummy before finding both her breasts with his hands. Kneading the fleshy globes, he groaned as he pleasured her, seeming to receive just as much enjoyment from the act as she did.
    “So fucking good,” he whispered against her slick flesh. “Delicious…” His words triggered her orgasm, her pussy contracting in a swift rush. “Oh, yeah, baby. Come for me just like that. I want to hear you scream.”
    She did.
    Before the spasms had completely died down, Steve levered himself above her, not settling his weight on her but holding himself on straightened arms as he found her mouth with his. Elle clutched his shoulders, trying to pull him down on top of her, but he simply rolled to the side, taking her with him.
    “Oh, no, my little wildcat.” He grinned. “It’s your turn. Ride me like a stud horse.” Again, his words sent a spike of heat through her. This man knew exactly how to get to her, exactly what buttons to push to get her wet and needy for him.
    With a trembling body, she mounted him, straddling his hips, opening herself up to his seeking cock. He steadied himself for her so she could lower her body around him with ease. The slick glide was heaven as he stretched her, the sensation burning even as it pleased. She loved the burn, loved that he was so big, so perfect for her.
    “Oh, God. Steve!” she cried out as she settled over him, adjusting herself so that she rested comfortably on her knees