Page 33 of Forever, Finally

The door to the guest room opened.

“What?” he demanded, sounding more angry than aroused.

She was still naked and wet and more than a little nervous. She was also cold and shivering.

“I didn’t know you wanted me,” she admitted. “I thought you stopped the other night because you thought I was gross.”

“Not at all,” he said carefully. “I felt the baby moving. You’re pregnant, Lil.”

“I know. But it’s still okay…” She shivered again.

“You’re freezing.”

He wrapped his arm around her and led her back to the steamy bathroom. Once there, he faced her and stared into her eyes.

“Are you saying you want to make love with me?” he asked.

She nodded.

“So when I kissed you the other night—”

“I didn’t want you to stop,” she whispered as happiness and desire fought for possession of her body. “I thought you thought I was a cow.”

He chuckled. “A cow? Not possible. You’re beautiful.”

She clutched the towel more tightly to her front. “But I have this big stomach.”

“You’re beautiful,” he repeated and lowered his head to kiss her.

Lily knew there were other things they had to talk about, words they had to say, but none of that seemed to matter right now. There was only this moment and the man in front of her and the way he made her feel when he kissed her.

His mouth was firm and warm and passionate. She parted for him instantly, not caring if he thought she was too brazen. She couldn’t help herself. Need filled her, heating her blood, making her body swell in anticipation. His tongue swept inside, brushing against hers, making her quiver with need.

She felt his hands on her bare, damp back. He moved up and down, stroking her skin until she wanted to purr. With a sigh of surrender, she released her towel and let it fall to the ground, then she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him.

“How can you doubt I want you?” he breathed as he kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck.

He trailed his lips down to her collarbone, then over to her shoulder. He slid his hands from her back to her sides, then toward her breasts.

She stilled in anticipation of his caress, even as she remembered how good it had been the last time.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

His hands closed over her breasts. He cupped her, taking the weight of her curves even as his fingers and thumbs teased her nipples.

Fire shot through her. Ribbons of desire wove their way through her body, making her ache with longing. Her legs trembled, her toes curled and she wanted him with a desperation that left her unable to think or breathe or even consider a world without his magic touch.

He bent his head and drew her right nipple into his mouth. The gentle sucking nearly drove her to her knees. She had to hang on to stay upright, which made her think about being in bed, which made her wonder how incredible it was going to feel when he was inside her.

“Jake,” she whispered. “Please.”

He straightened and stared into her eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

She managed a smile. “More than I’ve ever been before. Touch me and find out for yourself.”

He slipped one hand between her legs. His fingers dipped into her swollen wetness, then rubbed gently. They moaned in unison.

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