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“I still can’t get over how different it all looks from that first time I was here,” Charlie comments as we walk into the house. “It’s really beautiful.”
“Wait till you see the master bedroom.” I stretch my hand out in invitation, and she takes it.
“Oh no, what did you do?”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t change much of anything in there. I’m going to leave that to you if you want. Come on.”
We climb up the stairs together, and I hold the door for her. Her head immediately tilts up to the ceiling and she gasps, walking deeper into the room.
“Wow. It looks exactly like the mural in my room. Except bigger,” Charlie exclaims as she turns around in a small circle, neck stretched back to take in the freshly painted ceiling.
“It’s still wet so it’s not really safe for you to be in here.” I don’t want her inhaling the toxic fumes.
She finally drops her head to give me a big grin. “I love it, Ezra. Thank you!” She runs into my arms and presses a chaste kiss against my lips. She moves back and my hand shoots up her back, holding her in place as I give her a real kiss.
Her lips part ,and she moans as my tongue probes her mouth. One of her legs climbs up my hips, and I drop my hands underneath her ass to lift her up. I grunt as I juggle her weight in my arms. She giggles, her face dropping to my neck as she grabs my shoulders tightly.
I walk us out of the room, mindful of the smell of fresh paint. I fully intend to go to one of the guest bedrooms, but I only make it to the hallway before I place her against the wall, the thought of not having her taste on my tongue for another second becoming intolerable.
I twine my tongue around hers and suck. She makes a low rumbling moan that goes straight to my cock, making me damn near lose control. I thrust my aching cock into the apex of herthighs, harder than I had intended. She moans, tightening her legs around me.
“Fuck. We can’t do this,” I groan, pushing away from her and letting her feet fall to the ground.
“Who says we can’t?” she asks huskily, walking back into my arms, her eager hands climbing up my chest temptingly.
“The babies,” I remind her weakly.
“Well…I talked to Dr. Boyle before I got discharged, and she said it’s safe. Wecan.”
My heart races as I glance down at her. “Are you sure?”
“Of course. Do you think pregnant women suddenly lose their libido? On the contrary, the doctor says to expect an increased sexual drive toward the third trimester. What am I supposed to do? Be sexually frustrated for the next four months?”
“That won’t do,” I tell her.
“That’s what I thought.” She goes on tiptoes as she places her lips against mine.
CHAPTER 30
CHARLIE
My heart is pounding furiously in anticipation. I feel it everywhere: in my chest, in my temple, and between my thighs. Now that Ezra is aware that we have the green light from the doctor, he seems to have a one-track mind.
He backs me toward the foot of the bed, his head dropping into the crook of my neck. I moan, slipping my hand into his hair, loving how thick and soft it is. I shudder when he bites my neck softly, my grip on his hair tightening.
He trails gentle kisses up the side of my neck, behind my ear, then on my cheekbone. Just when I’m about to beg him to actually kiss me, his hand goes to the back of my head, holding me in place as he presses a butterfly soft kiss to my mouth. He’s being gentle with me now. Too gentle.
I break the kiss to look into his eyes. I say breathlessly, “I’m not some fragile glass that’s going to break if you hold me too tightly, or kiss me too hard. You don’t have to be this gentle. I’m pregnant, not breakable.”
The corner of his lips curl up, eyes sparkling with amusement as he murmurs, “Noted.”
When he kisses me again, he continues his tender approach, but it’s different. A moment ago, it felt as though he was scared to kiss me too hard, for fear of hurting me, of losing control and being too rough…too harsh. Whereas now, it’s as if his gentle caressing of his lips against mine is to savor the moment, realizing that we could have a thousand more kisses just like this one. There’s finally no need to hurry. It’s not about taking what we need from each other tonight, it’s about soaking in the emotions, and the reality of our situation: we are together now. I am his to truly get to know and explore, body and soul.
He slowly parts my lips with his tongue and sucks gently. His hand is in my hair, rubbing my scalp soothingly while the other one caresses up and down my arms. Within seconds, I’m lightheaded and dizzy, my heart swooning for this intoxicating man.
I’m drunk. Drunk on him. Drunk on this fierce lust for him. I'm too drunk to do anything but kiss him back and luxuriate in his soft attention and touch.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” he complains huskily, the hand on my arms going to the band of my jeans. He tries to undo the button, but it’s too tight. He curses softly as he drops his other hand to help, his brows furrowed in concentration.
