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The awe in his voice hits me straight in the feels.

Then he shifts behind me, and something considerably less innocent presses against my ass.

I blink.

Well.

Looks like awe gives Sumner a boner.

“Is this for me?” I push my ass back against him.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and there isn’t even a flicker of embarrassment on his face. “You’re standing here looking like this showing off the baby I put inside of you. What do you think?”

Oh.

The blunt possession in his voice sends heat straight between my legs.

His gaze drops to my stomach again, and one hand stays spread over it while the other slides up my side. His fingers hook over the top of my bra cup and pull it down, freeing my breast before his palm closes over it.

“God, Sumner.” I let my head fall back against his shoulder and relax into him while he plays with me.

His thumb drags over my nipple, and my whole body reacts at once. Heat flashes across my skin, my stomach tightens under his other hand, and I push back against him again without even thinking about it.

He drops his mouth to the side of my neck, and my eyes drift closed.

“Do you have any idea what this is doing to me?”

“We’re supposed to be at your dads’ house soon,” I remind him, even as I tilt my head farther to the side so he can keep kissing my neck.

“I know.”

His mouth moves lower, teeth grazing my shoulder, and another little rush of heat goes through me.

“Then maybe stop making it impossible for me to leave.”

A quiet laugh vibrates against my skin. “That sounds like a you problem.”

“Asshole.”

“You’re the one standing in front of me looking fucking edible.” His hand slides from my stomach to my hip. “I’m supposed to keep my hands to myself?”

“Yes.”

He hums. “Not happening.”

Then his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my underwear.

I grab his wrist, but the second his hand moves lower, my grip is more decorative than functional because mostly I’m just holding on for the ride. My thighs tense, my breath hitches, and every good intention I had about getting out the door disappears.

“Sumner.”

“My dads won’t give a shit if we’re late.”

I open my eyes and catch his in the mirror. His mouth is tipped into a devious grin, and there’s a look in his eyes that says he’s already decided we’re not leaving this bedroom anytime soon.

Yeah, there he is.

The reckless asshole underneath all that responsibility everyone spent years drilling into him.