Page 84 of Dump and Chase

“Just water and pie. A large piece,” I said, calling after him.

He came back with our dessert, and we ate in silence asIt’s a Wonderful Lifestarted. Of course I wasn’t thinking about the movie. My mind wandered to the evening of his dad’s funeral when we’d made love. Everything about it had been explosive, as if we’d never have sex again. And maybe it was because he knew that. But still … my stomach fluttered at the memory and Baby Kildare-Grant gave me a swift kick to bring me back to reality.

“Good pie,” Ethan said.

“Yeah, good,” I said absently.

He took our plates away and when he came back, he sat on the sofa and motioned for me to move in closer. I froze for a second, unsure of what to do, but my hormones, the ones I thought would go dormant during pregnancy, had me cozying up to him, and damn, it felt so good. I closed my eyes for a second and let out a contented sigh as I rested my head against his firm shoulder.

“Such an inspirational movie,” I said as the credits rolled later. I sat up and stretched, working out the kinks.

“Let’s hope we all earn our wings,” Ethan said.

He stood up and went to the kitchen, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he meant by that. I followed him, thinking to ask, but instead watching him start on the dishes.

“I thought we were leaving this until tomorrow.”

“No one wants to wake up to this mess.”

He had a point, so I helped by drying.

“Despite how shitty this started, Christmas was pretty nice. I enjoyed spending time with you,” I said.

He smiled as he washed a pot and handed it to me to dry. He then gently hip-checked me. I laughed and hip-checked him back, and when he tried to splash water on me, I ducked out of the way and slapped him on the ass with the tea towel.

“Now you’re in trouble,” he said, dropping the serving spoon he had in his hands into the soapy water. He chased after me and cornered me just outside the open kitchen.

I gasped as I looked up into his deep brown eyes. All the fun times we had together came flooding back, and when I leaned in to kiss him, he kissed him back hungrily. He pulled me close, and I would have straddled him if my growing belly hadn’t gotten in the way. I don’t know what came over me, but I wanted him. For so long I’d tried to push those feelings aside, but to hell with them now.

We broke apart, our gazes fixed on each other. My chest was heaving as I gave the slightest nod. He knew what he meant, and he swept me up into his arms and to my bedroom.

I didn’t want to waste time or consider changing my mind. I yanked off my oversized sweat top and T-shirt, then slipped out of my comfy maternity yoga pants. Hardly sexy, but I was pretty sure he didn’t care. He seemed to be reveling in the sight of me in my bra and panties, even with my baby belly.

“You look like you want to eat me,” I teased.

“I do.”

I blew out an excited breath as he pulled off his shirt and jeans. I got onto the bed and he joined me, lying next to me at first, kissing my neck and reaching under me to unhook my bra. Once he had it released, he helped me out of it and threw it on the floor. When his tongue circled my nipples, I sighed, feeling them form hard peaks. As he sucked and nipped at them, I closed my eyes and basked in the pleasure.

He stopped to gently caress my rounded stomach. He kissed it and my heart nearly burst.

“Time to get you out of these sexy panties,” he said.

“Stop,” I said, playfully punching his arm.

“They definitely are the sexiest maternity panties I’ve ever seen,” he said, slowly sliding them down my legs.

“They’re the only maternity panties you’ve seen. Right?” I mean, I really didn’t know the answer to that. I had no idea who he’d had sex with after me.

“True, but still.”

With my panties gone, his hand found my wet core. As one finger lazily circled my clit, two more found their way inside me. A soft mewl escaped my lips as he found the spot that made me stop thinking straight.

“I’ve also never fucked a pregnant woman,” he whispered in my ear.

I pushed down on his fingers, wanting them deeper inside me. But each time I did that, he pulled them out just as much. He planned to torture me tonight, but two could play at that game. I turned onto my side to face him, running one hand down his rock-hard abs, then into his boxer shorts. I grabbed his rigid cock and ran my thumb over its tip. He grunted his pleasure.

“I want you inside me.”

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