“Better.” She didn’t move for several long minutes, hoping she hadn’t spoken too soon. In the cocoon of Knox’s body, she listened to the rhythm of their breathing.

Then the feeling stirring inside her wasn’t from nausea but from desire. She loved the tease of Knox’s breath across her skin, in her ear. The rise and fall of his chest against her back.

She wiggled her butt, as if trying to get comfortable, and felt his cock—hard and ready.

Until he tried to discreetly move it away.

She rocked her hips back into him again.

This time he said, “If you need more room, I can scoot over.”

Shiori rolled to face him. “I need something.” She pressed her mouth to the curve of muscle above his nipple.

“I’ll give you whatever you need, Mistress.”

She dragged her tongue across his nipple. “I need your hands on me. Your mouth on me. I need to feel you all over me.”

He shifted and peeled her yoga pants and her panties down her legs. He made short work of her bra. Then his hands, his big, wonderful, callused hands were petting and stroking and teasing. His mouth zeroed in on all her hot spots and he was relentless in proving he knew exactly what would make her writhe and moan. He knew exactly how to drive her crazy with desire.

But Knox never ventured beyond their parameters. He wouldn’t bury his face in her pussy until she gave him the go-ahead.

“Knox,” she panted when she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Put your mouth between my legs and make me come.”

He threw the covers back and pushed her thighs wide apart. “I have one request.”

Shiori looked down her torso to where he’d settled between her legs. “What’s your request?”

“Pull the skin away from your clit with your fingers using the hand that has the bracelet.” His eyes glittered in the darkness. “I want to look up and see my claim on you as you scream my name.”

The sexy growl sent a delicious shiver through her. She slipped her hand down the flat—for now—plane of her stomach and hooked her first two fingers under the flesh and exposed her clit.

“Fucking beautiful.” He blew a stream of air over the sensitive tissue, offering a wicked grin when she jumped. “Fast or slow?”

“Fast.”

They had different definitions of fast. So by the time he’d thoroughly wound her up, all it took were a few concentrated sucks on her clit and she unraveled. A hair-pulling, gasping-his-name, hip-pumping orgasm that kept going with every sassy flick of his tongue. When Knox finally relented, she melted into the mattress.

Knox kissed her abdomen, and then he placed a kiss on the bracelet on her wrist.

When her brain unscrambled, she pushed up on her elbows to see him resting on his knees between her thighs. “Come here.”

He ran his hand up the outside of her leg. “Would it be better if you were on top?”

“No. We’ll have plenty of months where we’ll have to get creative with positions as the baby grows. Tonight I want to look into your eyes when you’re moving inside me and when you spill yourself into me without a condom. I want your ear close by so I can tell you how much I love you when you’re making love to me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He levered himself over her, keeping his eyes on hers as he slowly pushed inside. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Very good.”

His eyes stayed intense on hers. He balanced on his arms, not putting his full weight on her.

Each long stroke drove her up, up, up that slow rise until she reached the crest.

Knox left her dangling there. “Let me come with you.”

She pulled his mouth to hers in response, and they sailed into the abyss together.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Two weeks later . . .

KNOX sat on his back deck, enjoying the warm evening. He really enjoyed having his warm woman curled into him, her small body tucked against his. He ran his hand down the side of her body, stopping to palm her ass.

Shiori sighed against his neck, and he kissed the top of her head.

After they’d left Tokyo—on Okada’s private jet, no less—they’d moved Shiori’s stuff into his house. He’d found it funny that she’d left her clothes with Katie, since she wouldn’t fit into them soon anyway. She hadn’t seen the humor in that until he’d dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth against the tiny swell.

A baby. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. His mother and sisters were as ecstatic about the pregnancy as Shiori’s mother and grandfather were. Fee, Katie, Molly, and Amery were already planning a baby shower. Why they weren’t planning a wedding shower stumped him, since he and Shiori were tying the knot in two weeks, after some snafu with Shiori’s visa was settled.