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“You’re making me hot and bothered. But we shouldn’t.”
From this distance, I can see his pupils dilate. “Why not?” His tongue wets his lower lip in a slow, sensual swipe.
“Because I’m dirty. I haven’t showered today.”
He dips his neck and speaks right beside my ear. Warm breath coasts across my skin like a tropical breeze. “I can fix that.” The husky rasp sends a shiver down my spine.
The tips of his fingers graze the exposed skin of my baby bump and curl around the hem of my white tee. As he drags it upward, cool air hits my exposed belly, and goose bumps prickle my flesh.
White flags billow around us. He wins. I drop my head forward, and it lands on his shoulder. My arms raise in needy surrender.
Nathan tugs the cotton material up and over my head and arms, then tosses it aside. It flutters uselessly to the floor. The button on my jeans pops open deftly with a flick of his thumb, and the slow glide of the zipper teeth sends anticipation coursing through me.
My belly clenches again, and I want to squeeze my thighs together, but he forces them apart by dragging my pants down and off. The sudden release of my bra clasp makes me gasp, and the cool air hits my nipples, tightening them into peaks.
Before I can return the favor and strip him to his skivvies, I’m being lifted into Nathan’s arms. He grips my ass cheeks in each hand. My legs secure around his waist for added support.
“The baby.” I gasp, then promptly forget my train of thought as his mouth attacks the sensitive skin below my ear.
“It’s fine.”
“What?”
“Never mind,” Nathan growls in my ear. The entire way from the kitchen down the hall, I grind my body against his, trying to find friction to relieve the ache between my thighs. Holy hell. I need him inside me, or I might actually die.
What a damn good way to go.
“Hurry up,” I pant, clutching both his cheeks in my palms and pulling his mouth to mine. I thrust my tongue inside his mouth, desperate to feel as close to him as I can. Weeks have passed. Months of not being with another warm human. If asked, I would have vehemently denied I needed this contact, but holy hell, my panting, writhing body says otherwise. She speaks the words tangled up on my tongue.
As he enters a darkened room, I smack the wall blindly until I hit the switch, and the lights turn on.
“What’re we doing in the bathroom?” I mutter between kissing his perfect mouth.
“Getting you clean,” he grunts back as he slowly lowers my feet to the cool bathroom tile.
Dropping to one knee in front of me, Nathan hooks his fingers into the elastic of my thong and drags the sorry scrap of material down my trembling legs. His palm surrounds the small curve of my belly, running it from top to bottom.
“God, this is sexy.” Leaning forward, he secures his mouth to my skin just below my navel. I thread my fingers into his hair for balance and drop my head against the wall to my back.
“Mm.”
His hand slides into the juncture of my thighs and just cups me there while he leans over the edge of my tub and turns the water on.
“Nathan,” I groan at the torture of having his hands on me but not in me. “I need you inside.”
“Patience.” He chuckles and rises. Palming the back of my head, he takes a moment to look in my eyes. His thumb brushes along the apple of my cheek in a lingering caress before he pulls me in for a leisurely kiss. “We have all night.”
I nearly growl in desperation and curl my fingers into his shirt. A strong upward yank sends him off balance, and he topples into my vanity—just where I want him.
Dropping to my knees before the man who’ll fuck me to tears, I hit the button on his jeans and yank open the fly, revealing his perfect dick tucked neatly inside.
“Commando? You planned this, didn’t you.”
Nathan leans back on the heels of his hands, showing his powerful pecs and abs, and flexing his hips. “Does it matter?”
“Hell no,” I mutter as I slide both my palms inside his jeans and slip them around the back to feel his glorious ass. He groans and flexes his hips again.
“Now who’s the impatient one?” I raise my eyebrow at him and lick my lips.
