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Her daughter kicked, and joy unlike anything he’d felt before filled him. “I think she likes the name,” he said, waiting to see if he’d feel that small motion again.

Summer let out a choked giggle, and Ramiro had never felt more content in his life.

Chapter 38

Ramiro’s hands curled around Summer’s calves, his motions firm as he massaged the muscles. Heat shot through her, even though that wasn’t his purpose. It wasn’t a new feeling. He could just glance at her, and she wanted him, but having his hands on her every night made it so much worse.

During her last doctor visit, while she was alone during the exam, her whispered question was answered with an assurance that horniness was a very common symptom during pregnancy. The doctor had seemed amused.

Summer’s feet rested in Ramiro’s lap as he worked her muscles, and she tried her best to smother the moan rising in her throat while the rerun neither of them was paying attention to played on the TV.

Ramiro had that thoughtful look he’d started getting more and more often as he stared into space and hummed in his throat. “I think we should be talking to Bridget more often.”

“What?” she gasped, trying to make her mind focus.

“I read that she can recognize voices now. That means we should talk to her, don’t you think?” Ramiro smiled at her, that soft, gentle smile that spread on his face every time he thought about their daughter. He’d worn it while he’d told her their baby was the size of cauliflower earlier that day.

Summer had never liked the taste of cauliflower but didn’t have the heart to tell him that. It wasn’t like she was going to eat the baby.

“Sure,” she agreed, feeling out of breath when his hands slipped higher on her legs, almost to her thighs, but it was only to shift them off his lap so he could lean over her, his face hovering above her stomach.

“Hello, Bridget. I’m your daddy, and I love your mommy very, very much.” Each word vibrated against her, tingling and sweet and devastating.

Summer let out a groan, pushing up from the couch. Ramiro straightened quickly, worried wrinkles digging into his forehead, but she kept going, crawling right into his lap to straddle him.

His eyes blew wide. “Summer—”

She locked her mouth over his, smothering his words and replacing them with a moan of her own as her hands dug into his hair, tugging his head back to lick inside him even better.

His hands fisted on the edge of the couch instead of grabbing her, but she could feel him getting hard. Her body shifted, and the friction was delicious and not enough at the same time.

She lifted her head, her ache intensifying at the hooded look in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” Ramiro rasped out, his body vibrating with tension beneath hers. “We don’t have to—”

She kissed him again, not wanting to hear the words that would remind her of what she worked to forget.

Summer had missed kissing Ramiro. He wasn’t careful when he kissed. He devoured her like she was the only one who could satisfy his hunger. His mouth made all her thoughts disappear.

Ramiro was the one to whimper as he gave in to his need, kissing her like he would never stop. Sensation took over—the feel of his lips, hard and soft at the same time, his tongue, tangling with hers, and his groan, rumbling in her mouth. Heat spread everywhere, and Summer let her body sink into it.

His mouth was the only part of him he’d let loose. She was the one rocking on top of his lap, grabbing his hair, rubbing her breasts against his chest, but it wasn’t enough. There was too much still separating them.

Her mouth broke free so she could drag the plum blossom printed nightgown over her head, tossing it away. Her rounded stomach pressed against his bare one, his hair tickling her.

Ramiro’s gaze dropped to her breasts, and his tongue licked over his bottom lip. Her breasts had begun swelling along with her stomach, and they felt heavier than they had before, with the nipples looking bigger.

His eyes moved back to hers, searching. His hands continued to clutch the couch beneath them instead of touching her like she wanted.

Summer’s hands found his bare shoulders, and she rose over his lap before pressing down firmly again. No nightmares rose to sink their teeth into her. His hardness between her legs only sent need through her when she stared into his eyes.

She was with Ramiro. He’d never hurt her.

“I need you, Ram. I need to feel you inside me.”

His hands lifted to grip her waist and his forehead fell forward to rest against her own. “If—”

She covered his concern with her mouth, the kiss deep and intense and everything she’d been craving. His breath fluttered over her damp lips when they parted.

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