hapter 286 – Home as Fast as we Can

Ella

The minute Hank gave his assent, Sinclair was moving, gathering me up into his arms and striding for the clinic’s door. We drew quite a few eyes on our way out – a gigantic man carrying a little pregnant woman bodily out of the doctor’s office, and her laughing with glee all the way. But I didn’t care. I ignored them all, pressing myself close to Sinclair, eager for his warmth and his comfort and his love.

We don’t say a word to each other on the ride home. Instead, I stare out the car’s windshield with Sinclair’s hand grasped in my own, my breath coming in short pants. My mind wanders back and forth between the thoughts of my child and my pregnancy, and the thought of my mate –

My mate his hard–muscled body, which I’ve wanted for weeks but haven’t even dared to touch outside of the dream space, for fear of losing control. Of his mouth, hot on mine, of his thick, hard cock, pressing against me, slipping inside me and

“You have to stop,” Sinclair growls, glancing at me as he speeds through traffic, weaving in and out of slower cars with expert grace. “I can feel what you’re thinking – I can smell it – and if you don’t stop I’m going to pull this car over right here

I let his hand go and

and glancing a glare at me. “We didn’t come this far to die in

and closing my eyes, pressing my legs together against the steady ache that’s growing there. Then, I lean my head back and let my mind wander, thinking about all the things I’m going

rips through the

them two at a time. He moves with an agile grace, faltering only when I lean forward to press

a moment to hold me close, lifting my face to his and kissing me deeply, as if never wanting to put me down. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, letting him feel my joy at being able to hold him again, to be with his body the way that feels right to me, to let him feel my hunger and my desire. After a moment, though, Sinclair kicks the door shut behind

his shirt and I get a good look at

drift low as I take in my mate, the rippling muscles

waist. God damn it, but I want to

on my elbows and pressing

grips his belt, tugging it loose in a single jerk and pushing the waist of his

a cage over me, one from which I have absolutely no desire to escape. As he closes the space between us, I feel my pulse rachet up even further, watching

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