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“I promise,” he cuts me off. “I won’t touch you.” He holds my stare, but his nostrils flare ever so slightly. He wants this, wants me, and God, I feel the same.

“No pressure.” He holds up his hands while my pulse spikes and I struggle to take in air. “But I want to make you feel good.”

Jesus. My breath hitches while a spark rushes to my core, making me more desperate. I don’t want to do this, but I also do. So badly. And I can’t say no with him staring at me like that.

“Okay,” I give in, my voice breathy. “Tell me what you want to try. But no touching.”

“I promise, no touching,” he confirms. “But I can’t tell youwhat I want to try. I have to show you. And you’re going to be my hands.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

Luke

Iraise an eyebrow in challenge, acting as though I could take it or leave it while I’d do anything for her to trust me with this. I’ve seen her watching me. Her desire. And while I know it’s possible she feels that way because of her pregnancy hormones, I can’t deny the way I want her all the same.

Before she has the chance to talk herself out of it, I step closer, leaning in until my lips are a breath away from her ear. “Lie back and close your eyes,” I whisper, pausing when she gasps ever so slightly. “For whatever my word is worth, my hands won’t touch any part of your body. I promise.”

“And after?”

“What do you mean after?”

“Will you go before I open my eyes?” What?Jesus Christ.Is she about to pretend I’m someone else? Or pretend it never happened? I’ll take the latter if I have to choose.

As much as it pains me, I know I’m not in any position to question her, so I give in, meeting her gaze as I do. “Deal,” I agree, and while she visibly relaxes, her eyes never leave mineas her breathing increases. I was wrong. She’s not picturing someone else. She wants me. She just doesn'twantto want me. And the feeling is mutual. It would be so much easier if the desire wasn’t there. But I can’t fucking shake it.

Amelia squirms again, and when I catch the rise and fall of her chest, it breaks the spell she has me under, snapping me into action.

“Lie back,” I demand. “Eyes closed. And before you argue—”

She does as asked without further comment, and my heart races. I’m aware that no touching means I won’t be getting any action, and yet, I have never wanted to please someone more than I do right now.

I want her writhing under my gaze. I want her puffing and panting from my words. I want her screaming my name as she comes apart.

And I know exactly how to do it.

She lies awkwardly across the bed and I can’t help but smile. She may have been married before, but she has this innocence about her that makes me want to corrupt her, but at the same time, it’s her innocence that sets her apart. I’m used to confident women throwing themselves at me. Thinking I want them to show me every skill they’ve got to offer. And I’m not going to lie—that works for a good fuck. But this, having Amelia on the bed—vulnerable and trusting me with her pleasure—hits differently, and I can only imagine it’s that.

I grab a pillow and walk to the other side of the bed, positioning it behind her. “Lift your head. This will make you more comfortable.”

Her eyes flash open as she stares up at me before lifting herself and lying backdown. “Thank you. That’s better.”

She closes her eyes again and I take my time, slowly removing the sheet from her body until she’s no longer able to hide. She clenches her legs, briefly drawing my gaze to the top of herthighs, but it’s the little sliver of her stomach that really catches my attention, my eyes widening as I take in her bump. My heart jumps and I suck in a breath.Fuck, I knew women felt random emotions during pregnancy, but no one talks about the men. Amelia’s beautiful. Always has been, but now… God, she is breathtaking.

She shifts uncomfortably and opens her eyes again, raising an eyebrow. The movement snaps me out of my daze and I huff out a laugh. “Sorry, but I’m not going to lie. You are fucking glorious right now. I want to savor this.”

“Luke,” she scolds, squeezing her eyes shut as I continue to get my fill, but when she groans, I shake myself out of it again, my attention returning to her face.

“Okay. I’m focused. Back on task. Ready.”

“Luke.”

“Okay.”God, this is harder than I thought it would be.“I’m going to grab a pair of your panties, and what you feel next will be them, not my hands.”

“What?” There’s a panic in her voice as her legs clench once more, but her eyes remain shut, telling me she’s still with me.

“Trust me,” I say, but while it’s not a question, of course she sasses me.

“I want to. I just—” Her words stop when I open her top drawer, instantly finding a pair of pink lace panties among a sea of black. A pair that looks like they’ve never been worn before, making me smile—I have no qualms pretending she bought these for me.

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