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He stopped unpacking and sped over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and rubbing my back generously. He swept his hands up my spine and then back down to the small of my back. “I know because you have a kind heart and a beautiful soul.”
“What if I make a mistake?”
“So, you’ll make a mistake.”
I swatted his arm playfully. “Come on, Juriah.”
“I’m telling you the truth,” he said through chuckles. “You’ll probably make plenty of mistakes. Just make sure you hold yourself accountable for them.”
“For the next twenty years, right?” I winked. “I’m sorry. That’s probably a bad joke.”
He shook his head while narrowing his eyes. “You are so mean when you’re pregnant.”
“Does it make you want to leave?”
“Oh, Macy. I would never want to leave you.”
He stole my lips, preventing me from trying to convince him that he had probably considered it at least twice in the past few months. I’d gotten grumpier, heavier, louder, and hornier. Didn’t that make him regret anything with me? It was hard enough being a plus-sized woman. Now I was adding a big belly to the mix.
But it didn’t matter how much I got in my head about it. Juriah worshiped my tummy. He rubbed my rolls and massaged my back. He clutched my hips when we made love and squeezed my thighs when he devoured my slit. Just thinking about the things we’d done lately made my heart flutter.
My stomach did a backflip. I pulled back from the kiss, feeling the lust return at full throttle while he continued to massage my shoulders. “You’re going to turn me on again.”
“When are you not turned on?”
“Sorry, I can’t seem to turn it off.”
He chuckled. “I’m not complaining. I love pleasing you.”
Boy, did he ever.
The first time we met, he’d spent enough time between my legs to drown himself by accident. I thought it was my inexperience and trauma that had made it feel so good, but in reality, he was talented as hell with his tongue. After that, he proved to me that experience meant nothing. Commitment to mutual pleasure was what made sex feel so good.
I traced his defined pecs. “I know. I can’t believe it.”
“You’ve been saying that for months.”
“It feels like I’ve been saying it for a lifetime.”
He grinned while scooping me into his arms. That was definitely not going to help with my arousal. But I also didn’t want to complain about it too much. Because then he’d put me down. And then I’d probably throw a fit.
As Juriah carried me to the carpeted stairs, I listened to the world outside the walls of our new home, the faint sound of traffic drawing my attention along with the feeling of being surrounded by people. Baneridge had dissipated officially, and Percy was gone. We didn’t have to hide anymore.
And that just felt so nice.
I rested my head on his shoulder. “I’m glad we managed to travel a little bit before we moved in here.”
“Me too. With the letters Galanthia has been sending lately, it doesn’t appear that she’ll be back soon.”
“Is she still in Germany?”
He carried me across the landing to the main bedroom. “No, she moved on to Russia. Izdor is backpacking with her.”
“Why would they backpack when they can fly?”
But I knew the silliness of my question by the look he cast in my direction. To see life in his eyes and blush on his cheeks made him appear like he truly belonged in this realm. Long gone was the awkward angel who stumbled over understanding colloquialisms and sarcasm.
I smiled sheepishly. “I’m just saying.”
