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Her expression softened. “Is that how you see it?”
He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “It is.” He placed his hand over her stomach and tears pricked behind his eyes at the thought that she was carrying a new life in there—their child. Son or daughter, it didn’t matter. “That’s our little miracle in there.”
She reached up to him, and he lowered his head to kiss her. She opened up to him, allowing him to explore her, to claim her as his own—forever.
His body responded to their kisses the same way it always had. He could feel the rush of heat in his blood. Her warm, soft body pushed up against him, her breasts full and soft against his chest. He was hard for her, his cock aching to be inside her, but that didn’t seem right—she was pregnant. He needed to cherish her, not take her for his own pleasure.
Her hand slid down between them, and he closed his eyes as her fingers closed around him. He shook his head.
“No?” She leaned back to look into his eyes. “You don’t want to?”
“I want to. I want you so badly, Molly, but …” He didn’t know how to explain it. He’d thought she’d feel the same way. Apparently, she didn’t. Her hand began to move up and down the length of him, making it hard for him to remember why he’d even hesitated.
She smiled mischievously as her hand began to move faster. “I hope you’re not having any ridiculous thoughts about not making love to me because of the baby. Six months is a very long time to do without. I can’t imagine …” She pumped her hand faster, making it hard to focus on her words. It felt so good. And then, she stopped. His eyes opened to find her smiling at him. “Were you saying you don’t want to?” Her hand began to move again.
He smiled. There was no way he could say no to her. He began to move his hips in time with her hand. “No. I just felt …” He shrugged. “I don’t know.
She let go of him and put her hand to his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. She pulled her nightshirt up and over her head, revealing her gorgeous, full breasts. He reached up and closed his hands around them as she sat astride him.
She smiled and leaned forward, bringing her taut nipples within reach of his mouth and making him forget any hesitation he’d felt as he began to torment them with his tongue. She moaned and moved her hips against his. His cock pressed eagerly between her legs, seeking her heat. He took hold of her hips, lifting her until he was pushing at her slick entrance. They both gasped as he pulled her down onto him and he buried himself deep inside her.
She began to rock her hips slowly, riding up and down the length of him. He closed his eyes and gave himself up to her. It was long, slow, exquisite torture. He could feel the tension building at the base of his spine as he moved with her, each thrust burying him deeper in her tight, wet, heat.
“I love you, Molly.”
She nodded, her eyes glazed with lust as she began to move faster. “I love you, Marcos. I always have.”
She was riding him wildly now, her hips bucking as she took him deeper and deeper.
His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her down to receive each thrust. He wasn’t going to last, he was—
“Marcos!” she cried as she got there first.
Her orgasm triggered his. The ball of tension at the base of his spine exploded, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Her inner muscles clenched around him, milking him for all he had and somewhere in the haze of ecstasy, a ball of joy exploded, intensifying his orgasm as he realized that this was how they’d made a baby—and that how they could, in the future, make more.
She slumped down and nuzzled her face into his neck. “That was amazing. Even more than before.”
He nodded. It had been for him, too.
She lifted her head and looked down into his eyes. “This was special. Not just because we’re pregnant, but because this is how we did it. It’s the beginning of everything.”
He smiled, happy that the understanding had hit her in the same way it had him. “It is; it’s the beginning of our life. Of our family.” Hearing himself say those words and knowing what they meant—that he was going to be a father and she was going to be a mother—made his heart overflow. He held her close to his chest and buried his face in her hair. She was the only one he’d ever truly wanted, and now she was giving him everything he’d ever wanted.
Chapter Seventeen
Molly didn’t even try to drink coffee on Friday morning, but it didn’t make any difference. She still spent her twenty minutes in the bathroom. It felt so different now, though—now that she knew this was no stomach bug. When she was done, she brushed her teeth and smiled at herself in the mirror.
“Are you okay in there?”
She went and opened the door. “It’s still no fun, but it’s a lot easier now that I know what’s going on.”
Marcos smiled. “It’s still just as hard for me. I know you don’t have some horrible disease, but now I know it’s my fault that you’re in there.”
She laughed. “I wouldn’t say fault. That makes it sound like it’s something bad, and I don’t think it’s bad. I think it’s wonderful.”
He nodded, looking thoughtful.
“You don’t?”
