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“What mess?”
“The dishes.”
“I’ll do ’em tomorrow, Ma.”
We parked and I didn’t even go inside. I’d brushed my teeth on the bus and also Googled what was off-limits sexually for pregnant women. I didn’t want to squish my kid or anything. It sounded like as long as I didn’t blow air into her vagina, we were good to go. And why would I do that shit, anyway? Blowing air into it? If her pussy was anywhere near my mouth, I’d have much better things in mind. I’d also read that women’s breasts were more sensitive during pregnancy, and I planned to find out if that was true.
I drove to Charlotte’s apartment, where the key was waiting for me in her mailbox in the lobby of her building. I opened the door and went inside, blood pumping hot in my veins.
Her bedroom door was open just a crack and James’s was closed. I grabbed the handle to Charlotte’s door and pushed it open. A small lamp on a nightstand created a dim glow.
She sat up in bed, holding the covers over her chest.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Hey.”
Her messy curls and bare shoulders were so sexy. My cock started to stiffen as I approached the bed. I’d never responded this way to just the sight of a woman.
“Can I barricade the door?” I asked. “James isn’t ruining our night this time.”
She smiled. “He knows. He won’t be leaving his room until morning.”
“Good.” I shrugged off my leather jacket and tossed it to the floor beside the bed. “What’s with the covers? You cold?”
She looked down at the covers she was clutching to her chest. “No. I put something on and now I feel self-conscious.”
“What is it?”
She shook her head. “It’s stupid. I’ve never worn anything like this.”
“Charlotte.” I sat down beside her and brushed away the hair that was hiding her face. “Let me see.”
Sighing softly, she slid the covers down past her breasts, revealing low-cut, lacy black lingerie. Her breasts were cupped behind the delicate fabric, the pink of her nipples showing through. My pulse picked up as I took her in.
I reached for the covers she had a death grip on and pushed them all the way down. She wore what looked like the sexiest slip I’d ever seen, the black satin below the lace begging me to touch her.
“Wow,” I breathed, meeting her eyes. “Stand by the bed so I can see all of you.”
Slowly, she slid out from beneath the covers and stood next to the bed, her expression nervous as she looked down at me. I sat on the edge of the mattress, raking my eyes over every inch of her.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, putting my hands on her hips. I couldn’t keep them still, though; there were too many places I wanted to touch her. I slid my hands down to her thighs, around to her curvy ass, which I squeezed just hard enough to elicit a moan.
I ran my hands lower, slowly trailing my fingertips over the backs of her thighs and then up, pushing up the sides of the satin nightie to reveal more bare skin. She pressed a hand over her stomach, her breath hitching nervously.
There was no way I’d let this goddess of a woman feel self-conscious about herself. I took her wrist and eased her hand aside, then resumed my slow unveiling of the prize I’d been waiting so long for: her body.
The swell of her stomach sent a jolt of arousal straight to my dick. Knowing I’d gotten her pregnant was unexpectedly hot. I ran a hand over her smooth skin and then kissed her belly softly.
She sucked in a breath and held on to my biceps as I kissed her slow and easy, my hands around her waist. I stood, my hands slowly moving up to her breasts, where I brushed my fingertips across the soft lace covering her nipples.
“I love your body,” I said, taking one of her hands and placing it on my rock-hard cock. “You feel that?”
The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Yes.”
She wrapped her hand around my cock then and I groaned. It had been so damned long since anyone’s hand but my own had stroked me. And it had been worth the wait for the woman whose touch I fantasized about.
I cupped one breast and ran my thumb across her nipple until it hardened, and then I bent to kiss her through the lace.
