Page 91 of Tangled Desires

“Did you see that? It’s like they’re answering me!” His hand stays there, tracing slow circles. “Hey there, kiddo. Giving your mum a hard time already?”

Kiddo.My chest tightens. He’s already in deep. So am I.

Another kick. He laughs softly. “Feels like magic,” he mutters, his eyes never leaving my belly.

“It’s weird,” I admit. “Like bubbles popping at first. Now it’s... stronger. Real.”

He nods, completely mesmerized. “Real,” he echoes. Then, with that cheeky grin I know too well, he glances up. “Hey, did you hear that earlier, kid? Your mum loves me. Me. Just an ol’ dirtbag from Wattle Creek.”

I snort, rolling my eyes, but my face is burning. He’s impossible.

“And you know what?” His lips brush against my ear, voice a husky whisper. “I’m going to get her to say it again... and again.” The baby kicks like it’s in on the joke.Figures. Harrison shiftsabove me, his thigh pressing against mine. The hard length of him is impossible to ignore. I let out a frustrated huff.

“God, are you ever not hard?” I deadpan, pushing at his chest.

“Nope. It’s impossible when I’m around you.”

I shake my head, trying to hold back a smile. It’s impossible when he looks at me like that—like I’m all he wants. His lips find mine, all fierce and consuming. Heat pools low in my belly as his tongue moves against mine, making my body tremble. Pulling back, he trails kisses down my body, his mouth pausing briefly at my breasts before settling just below my stomach. My breath hitches.

That first swipe of his tongue makes me gasp. Slow, deliberate. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’m powerless against it. My back arches as he sucks on my clit, drawing a low moan from my throat. He doesn’t stop, the suction intensifying until I’m trembling beneath him.

When he finally pulls away, he sits up, and without a word, lies back, lifting me gently until I’m straddling his waist. His cock rests against his lower abdomen. I shift, feeling awkward, my thighs trembling with uncertainty.

His eyes catch mine. “What’s that face for?”

Great. He is too observant. “Nothing. I just…” I try to adjust, but I can’t seem to find the right spot.

“Now’s not the time to lie to me, sugar. What’s on your mind? Do you want to stop?”

“No. God, no.” I glance down, gesturing to my stomach. “I just feel… heavy. And I don’t feel sexy doing this anymore.” My voice wavers, and the vulnerability hits like a punch to the gut. My body feels foreign, like I don’t quite belong in it anymore.

“Imogen, baby girl, don’t ever say that to me again,” he murmurs, astonished.

“But—”

“No buts, sugar. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. The fact that my child is growing inside you? Right now? It makes me more obsessed with you than I ever thought possible.”

A blush creeps up my neck, heat flooding my cheeks. His words hit deeper than they should, unraveling something in me. He runs a hand down my side, across my belly.

“I’m going to worship this body the way it deserves. Let me.”

All I can do is nod.

“Now,” he drawls, eyes dark and full of intent, “you’re going to sit on my cock, sugar, and ride me until you come—with my name on your lips.”

Fuck. My breath hitches, a whimper escaping before I can stop it. Wetness slicks between my thighs, and I lift myself, guiding him to my entrance. Slowly, I sink down, taking him inch by inch. His groan rumbles through his chest, eyes never leaving mine. I place my hands on his chest, grounding myself as I begin to move, rising and falling in a rhythm that steals my breath.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, voice rough.

“Say what?” I pant, barely holding it together.

He grips my hips, lifting me like I weigh nothing and sliding his cock out. “Say you love me, Immy-girl. Say you’re mine.”

Heat floods me. I can’t hold back anymore. “I’m yours. I love you.”

At my words, he thrusts up, filling me completely. We groan in unison, the connection raw, consuming. “Now put your hands on the headboard, so I can fuck my girl.”

I obey, gripping the frame as he takes over, thrusting slowly at first—deliberate, deep. Each movement pulls a gasp from me, the pleasure overwhelming.

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