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I only had to think about his offer for a moment. I wanted to spend all the time with Jeremy that I could, and even though I felt like I should give him his privacy, I didn't want to.

“Okay.”

His face broke into a dazzling smile. “Thank you,” he said, stalking over to me and gently pulling me into his arms, leaning down and capturing my lips in his.

Sinking into his embrace, I let him have his way with me, thoroughly enjoying every touch. Even his hands on my hips sent fire running through my veins.

He'd only kissed me two times, but I was quickly becoming addicted to Jeremy's kisses. He started off slow, almost leisurely in pace. His tongue pressed against my lips, demanding entry, and my whole body went molten. The pressure of his hands on my hips pulled us closer together, and I could feel myself starting to get wet.

Usually, I would have been embarrassed that a simple kiss was such a turn-on, but Jeremy wasn’t a boring kisser by any means—his kisses consumed me in a way no other kiss had before.

I wanted him.

Chapter 15

Jeremy

Kissing Daisy was a goddamn dream come true. How the fuck did a bastard like me get so lucky?

Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer, and the scent of her arousal hit me full force as she whimpered.

Sweet, oh so fucking sweet. It was like I’d shoved my face into a freshly baked apple pie smothered in caramel.

She whimpered again, and my knees wanted to give out with the sheer intensity of the euphoria running through my body. I had dated, but nothing had felt like this before—not so exciting or so right. Deep down, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

I just needed to convince Daisy of that.

Releasing her, I let her drag in a few deep breaths of air. Her face was flushed, pupils blown with need. Her smell saturated the kitchen, and I wanted to do everything in my power to keep her scent in my space. It was so strong. She was aroused—very aroused.

“Feeling needy?” I asked with a smile, giving her another quick kiss.

“S-sorry,” she stuttered, her face turning a deeper red.

“Why on earth are you apologizing?”

“It’s the pregnancy, so annoying, and it just comes on so suddenly that, like mini heats—I should really go back to my place?” She spoke quickly, and with every word, her face got redder. She was embarrassed? Because she was turned on by what we were doing?

She attempted to pull herself out of my grip, and I held her firmly to me. “Nope,” I said simply, grabbing her hips and lifting her so she was sitting on the kitchen countertop.

Her mouth dropped open in shock, like she was surprised that I could lift her. I knew that came from a place of self-deprecation, but I wanted to rip off my shirt and show her just how muscular I was after all my years of hockey training...just to prove a point.

If it got her even more excited, then that would be fine by me.

“What you aren’t going to do is apologize for totally normal things that happen while you’re growing an entire human being. You smell fucking amazing, and I’m not complaining at all, okay?”

Daisy bit her lip and nodded, though she clearly didn’t believe me.

“I'm more than happy to help you through this,” I said, nodding down, clearly indicating her current state. As expected, her flush deepened. If her face got any redder, I was going to start worrying for her health.

“No! I can't expect you to?—”

“I want to,” I said, making sure my voice was clear as day. “Do you realize the smell of you is driving me absolutely insane right now? You smell amazing, and I want nothing more than to make you come. To make you happy and relaxed. But we are doing this at your pace, and your pace only, not mine. So, it's up to you.” When she continued blinking up at me, I continued. “Look, Daisy. You are clearly struggling, and I’m happy to help you take care of it. Or we can just snuggle and wait for the wave to pass.”

“But . . .”

“And I'm not saying this because I want to get my dick wet. I'm saying that this is about you. You don't even have to touch me—as much as I hope, one day, you will, that's not important right now. I just want to see you through this wave.”

“Wait, you won't even . . . y’know . . . finish?”

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