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“I thought it’d set the mood a little better than a juice glass.” He shrugged.
She laughed, smiling up at him and his eyes darkened. She quickly looked away. For one second, she’d forgotten about what he’d done. What he was doing by forcing her to stay with him or to risk losing her child. She couldn't forget again, or she’d fall even more in love with him when she needed to get over him. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen until she stopped wanting him so much. Having sex with him every day and night was certainly not helping her fall out of love with the man.
He pulled up a chair and put a piece of cheese on a cracker. He held it to her mouth.
“I can feed myself.” She reached for it.
“Your hands are wet.” He moved it away. “Let me.”
She shrugged, dropping her hands back into the water.
“Open.” He slid the cracker and cheese into her mouth.
She chewed and swallowed. “This is really good.”
“I thought you’d like it. A local farmer makes it.” He gave her another piece.
She leaned forward and grabbed her grape juice from the side of the tub, taking a drink. “Why are you feeding me so slowly. I’m starving.” She ran her hand over her huge belly. “I’m eating for two now, you know.” Her joke died in her throat at the hot look of desire on his face.
He stared at her breasts which were now big enough to bob in the water.
She put her glass down and grabbed some strawberries and more cheese from the plate. She ran her other hand over her breasts. “You like these, don’t you?” Maybe she could persuade him to hurry this along. She needed to come and then get away from him.
“I do. Very much. And since you're going to feed yourself, I may as well start washing you.”
She bit her lip. They’d played this game before, and she couldn't wait.
He stood and moved the chair behind her head. He reached over her to grab a washcloth, the scent of his clothes and him surrounding her. She stuffed a strawberry in her mouth to keep from rubbing her face against his arm and inhaling deeply. She swore his scent alone would probably be enough to make her orgasm.
He dipped the cloth in the water, his arm brushing against her breast. She ate faster because she knew soon it wouldn’t be food that she wanted. She almost didn't want it now. He ran the washcloth up her side as he kissed her neck.
“I don't think that's washing me.” She tipped her head to give him better access.
“I want to taste you before you get soapy.” He nibbled his way to her ear.
She shivered as the cloth and his hand ran over one breast and then the other. Her boobs were so sensitive. He rubbed gently across her nipples and her hands clutched the sides of the tub as desire surged through her, settling between her legs.
He ran the washcloth over her round belly. “You’re so lush and beautiful, my lo...” He leaned down and kissed the top of her breast.
She stiffened. He’d almost called her his love. She’d wanted to hear those words from him before but now they meant nothing.
He moved the cloth up her arms and down her side, going back again and again to caress her belly. Since the moment she’d started showing, he’d touched and kissed her stomach whenever he could. He was always gentle, almost reverent and she found it so freaking endearing. It was like he couldn't wait to see his baby, to touch his baby. She had to force herself to remember that he’d planned on taking that same child from her.
“Relax.” His hot breath tickled her ear.
She closed her eyes and focused on what he did to her body and not him. He leaned away and she heard him remove his shirt. Then he was back. His bare hand caressing her belly while the one with the washcloth slid up and down her legs, slowly moving from the side to the top of her thigh. She opened for him, letting him know without words where she wanted him to touch.
She shivered as he skimmed the washcloth over the sensitive flesh between her thighs, the cloth rough on her swollen pussy. Her head tipped back as pleasure made the blood run thick and heavy through her veins. His lips were on her neck again, hot and wet as he nibbled and sucked. His other hand cupped her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple.
He dropped the cloth, his hand stroking between her legs and her thighs opened wider. “That's it. Let me in,” he whispered.
Her body clung to his finger as he slid it inside her. It felt good but not enough. He added another finger, spreading them wide as he thrust them in and out. She sighed, her body tightening on those fingers, hoping he’d curl them, so they’d touch her G-spot.
His mouth captured hers, his tongue invading and conquering as he moved to the side of the tub. He lifted her breast out of the water and licked her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Pleasure rushed through her, and her body tightened around his fingers as they stroked her. She clasped his arm with one hand, the other one going to his head, holding him close to her breast as her hips rocked against his hand, her orgasm right there—so close. He lifted his head, and she opened her eyes as his fingers slowed, keeping her on edge but not letting her come.
“Please, Harker.” She begged him with her words and her eyes. She needed this.
He stared at her for a long moment, his fingers still deep inside her but not moving. “I should make you wait.”
