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He cups my cheek, and he slides his thumb along my cheekbone.
“N—”
He swallows the last word, his mouth covering mine in an achingly delicious kiss. His lips are somehow soft and demanding at the same time, but it’s not enough for me. I’m sure it’s partly the pregnancy hormones running rampant, but maybe more than that, it’s Wilder.
I push him onto his back and climb on top, plastering myself to his rock-hard body. He groans as I slide my hands into his hair, and he flips us so he’s on top. He takes both of my wrists in a tight grip and pushes them above my head.
“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he growls. “If I could fuck you right here, I would, but I told myself I was going to be a gentleman tonight.”
“But—”
He rolls onto his back again, propping his arm behind his head, before tucking me against his side. “Not tonight, Cupcake.”
Disappointment sits heavy in my chest.
Wilder doesn’t miss the shift in my mood. He sweeps some of my hair off my forehead and follows that up with a chaste kiss. “Don’t do that. Don’t shut me out.”
“It’s okay if you don’t want me like that.”
He guides my hand to the bulge in his jeans. “I want you, Liv. There’s no question about that, but the next time I have you isn’t going to be out in the open where anyone could see. So, I’m going to hold you and you’re going to let me.”
“Ok.” I sigh and nestle against his side, letting my eyes fall shut as I inhale his woodsy scent. “But you owe me at least two orgasms.”
He chuckles, and the sound vibrates through his chest and settles deep in my bones. “Let’s make it three.”
Chapter 16
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16 weeks: Baby is the size of an avocado
Wilder
My phone ringson the nightstand, the sound startling me out of a dreamless sleep. I squint, trying to make out the name as my eyes adjust to the light. Panic threatens to overwhelm me. It’s damn near two in the morning and Olivia’s calling. “Liv? Where are you? Are you okay?”
Please, God. Let her be okay.
“Hey. I’m fine. My car broke down on the side of the road. I’m just off exit ten near the overpass.”
“Do not go anywhere, Olivia. Do you hear me? Lock the doors and wait for me. I’m on my way.” I toss a shirt over my head and rush down the hallway to Emmy’s room, gather her sleeping form still wrapped in her blankets, and head out to the truck. I tuck her into her car seat, then make the short drive down to the big house, barreling in through the front door as soon as the truck is in park.
I slam my fist against Mama’s bedroom door, and she answers immediately.
“Wilder? Is everything alright? Where’s Emmy?” Her voice is frantic as she eyes me up and down, her face pale.
“Olivia’s stuck on the side of the road. I put Emmy in her room. I have to go.”
Pops comes into view behind her, his hand clasped around her shoulder. “We’ve got her, son. Go.”
“Wilder. Honey. Take a deep breath. She’s okay. This isn’t like last time.” Mama’s voice follows me down the hallway as the screen door slams against the frame, but it does nothing to dull the abject terror that still consumes me.
I glance back over my shoulder at my parents’ silhouettes illuminated in the doorway.
Mama raises her hand and waves. “Be careful.”
This isn’t like last time.
