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Oh yeah, because maternity underwear is hideous. They might be ugly, but at least they keep slick from dripping down my thighs.

Oh, hell.

I wish he’d do the damn thing and kiss me.

Chapter Nineteen

Gunner

Brooklyn stares up at me with her big hazel eyes glassy and hooded. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and even without directly staring at her tits, it’s clear how hard her nipples are as they poke through the thin cotton dress that she’s wearing.

My palm cradles her cheek as I thumb her lower lip. She’s burning my skin, but I meant what I said.

She has to tell me what she needs. I’m not making any assumptions.

Her hips wiggle from side to side.

I try to keep the smug look to a minimum when she shoves her pussy against my jeans and continues to shimmy over my thigh.

The scent of her arousal makes my nose twitch.

Fuck me.

I’d like to bury my face in her cunt and devour her whole.

My fucking cock jumps, thickening as she rubs against my thigh, right below where it meets my pelvis.

It would be much more enjoyable if she was grinding over my bare cock that way.

“All you have to do is tell me it’s okay to touch you.”

Her eyes fall shut as her teeth dig into her lower lip.

She gives a shaky nod.

Her cheek is still burning my palm, but I bring my other hand to trail from her waist to her hip.

“Sorry, gorgeous. I’m going to need verbal consent in this case.”

“Yeah,” she whispers, nodding. “You have permission. Just touch me. I’m burning alive.”

“Let’s see if we can help soothe that ache.” My fingers dig into the hair at the base of her skull, tilting her face up.

I tease my lips over hers, but she hungrily attacks my mouth.

I’d chuckle at how enthusiastic she seems, but I’m alarmed at how her skin burns mine.

My eyes fall shut, and I give in to the urge to lose myself in her kiss. The scent of her arousal is everywhere. It doesn’t help my composure a bit that she claws at the button on my jeans while grinding against my thigh with no shame.

Our arms bump as I work my hand from her hip lower toward her core.

I get that she’s pregnant. I heard what Maverick said and got a pretty solid view of it while she knelt on the bed, fluffing the pillows. But getting to feel it for myself is an entirely different story.

Only when Brooklyn’s warm fingertips tease down my pelvis do I realize she’s already unzipped my jeans. She wraps her hand around my cock, and—fuck. That’s going to be a problem with how jacked up my system is. I was planning to make her come a bunch of times and let her get a little skin-on-skin contact to help her soak up my pheromones faster.

She squeezes the fuck out of my shaft, and I growl.

“You’re rushing things, gorgeous,” I murmur, trying to keep my shit together.

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