Page 80 of The Complication with the Best Man

It has. I don’t look nine months pregnant or anything, but it’s clear that I’m pregnant now, not bloated after a large meal.

I have a heartbeat of self-consciousness until he says, “Fuck, that’s hot. Just so you know, I’m pretty sure I have a pregnancy kink.”

I laugh, but he doesn’t.

“I’m serious. I see why your uncle Rome got your aunt Harley pregnant so many times.”

“Can we not talk about my aunt and uncle right before we have sex?”

“Okay, scratch all that. Starting over… fuck, you’re hot.”

His words heat the blood in my veins, and I don’t want to wait any longer to have this man again. I’ve waited long enough. So I dip one finger under the towel and pull forward, causing it to drop to the floor around his feet. Finn’s proud erection is a steel rod, and the space between my thighs hums in anticipation.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” Finn says, bringing his lips to my neck.

I sigh and arch my head back, pushing my hands into his hair. “Finn, don’t make me wait any longer. Please.”

He straightens. “Now how can I leave you waiting when you ask so nicely?” Finn takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom.

I don’t feel guilty at all for checking out his muscular ass as I walk behind him.

Once we’re inside, he flicks on the light, but I turn it back off. The sun is low in the sky and will begin its descent soon, so we can still see each other enough. And although he seemed to like what he saw of my tummy in the hallway, there’s a difference between seeing it in clothes and seeing me naked.

Finn turns to face me. “Why’d you turn them off?”

I shrug a little shyly. “I don’t know.”

He tugs me into him. “Please, Harp? That night we were together, just the lamp on the far side of the room was on, and I didn’t get a good look at you. I want to see you this time. Especially this.” He settles his hand over my belly.

The way he’s looking at me makes me feel beautiful, so I agree. He flicks the light back on.

“Can I undress you?” he asks.

I give him the once-over, standing naked and proud in front of me, seemingly without any self-consciousness at all. “Yes.”

He slowly undoes the buttons of my silk blouse. With every button he loosens, the tension in my body increases. When they’re all undone, he slides the soft material over my shoulders, and it flutters to the floor.

His breath catches as he takes in the black lace bra with green trim I wore especially for him today. Then he presses a kiss to my collarbone before dragging his tongue up the column of my neck until he reaches my ear. Goose bumps break out over my flesh.

“Did you wear this knowing what it would do to me when I saw it?” he practically growls in my ear.

“Maybe.” My voice is breathy and barely there.

He tsks in my ear. “I’m going to make you pay for that.”

“I look forward to it.”

His hands slide around to the back of my skirt, and he undoes the button at the top and slides down the zipper before pushing the fabric down past my hips, allowing it to pool at my feet. Then he steps back to take me in.

“Matching panties.” Finn grips the base of his cock and strokes. “You look like a fucking smoke show right now, Harp. Barely covered in this lace, your belly swelling with our child.” He groans and squeezes the tip of his length.

“Do I look better out of it?” I reach behind and undo my bra, letting the straps fall over my shoulders and down my arms. Then I slide my panties down my legs and kick them away.

“Definitely better.” Finn strokes himself, and the corded muscles in his forearm flex. “Now get on the bed so I can feast on you before I fuck you.”

I squeeze my thighs together, remembering how much I liked when Finn took control the one night we were together. I do as he says, making my way over to the bed, and when I crawl up on my hands and knees, my backside facing him, he audibly groans. I turn around and lie down with my head on the pillow, and Finn stands at the end of the bed still stroking himself, his gaze roaming over me slowly as though he’s cataloging each and every feature.

“I’ve been thinking about this every day since I left. Considering all the things I might do to you if I ever had you again, and now that I’m here in this moment, I can’t decide what I want to do first.”

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