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‘Nothing,’ she said, ‘but I want to feel you inside me.’

He smiled, relief and desire reflected in his eyes now. ‘You’ll have to go on top.’

She had no problem with that. In reply she pushed him gently backwards until he was lying on the bed.

‘There are condoms in the drawer,’ he told her.

She was about to remind him that she was pregnant and that she didn’t need protection but then she thought about all the other reasons to practise safe sex. She supposed she should be grateful that he was being responsible, but she didn’t want to think about why he had condoms in his bedside drawer. She didn’t want to think about all the other women he might have slept with in this bed. It was her turn now and she didn’t want to waste a second thinking about anything other than Joe and the pleasure they were about to share.

She reached into the drawer and removed one little packet. She knelt over him and wrapped her hand firmly around his shaft. She slid her hand up and down his length and felt him throb beneath her fingers, felt him tremor under her touch. She watched as he closed his eyes and relaxed on the bed, breathing in and out, slow and deep.

‘Kitty, please,’ he begged, his voice ragged and breathless.

Her hand slowed but she maintained contact as she tore open the packet with her teeth and sheathed his erection. It was, she imagined, another impossible task to accomplish one-handed. His eyes were open now and he watched her as she lifted herself onto her knees and slowly lowered herself down onto him. She took her time, savouring the moment when they were finally, blissfully joined together.

She placed her hands on either side of his head, supporting her weight as she bent over him. He lifted his head and took her breast into his mouth as she rode him. Their hips moved in perfect harmony, his thrusts keeping time to her rhythm, as if they’d done this dance a hundred times before. His fingers were between her legs, circling the swollen nub that nestled there. Kitty arched her back and spread her legs wider, taking him deeper, wanting all of him, every last piece as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

‘Now, Joe, now!’

She felt him join her in pleasure and then release, their years of friendship shifting and changing and culminating into something far more powerful, far more thrilling than anything she had experienced before.

She lay beside him, utterly spent, resting her head on his chest, and listened to his breathing as she lay cocooned in his arms. She felt completely relaxed and content, and the feeling surprised her. She had thought there might be some awkwardness but instead she felt like she belonged there. It was a strange but wonderful sensation.

CHAPTER SEVEN

KITTY EMBRACED JESS as she opened the door. She felt thin, but Kitty didn’t think anything of it. Jess had always been slim, especially since the chemo, and now her slightness felt even more apparent when contrasted with Kitty’s changing shape as she went further into her third trimester of the pregnancy.

‘How are you feeling?’ Jess asked.

‘Exhausted,’ Kitty replied as she followed Jess into the house.

‘You should have called. You could have come over later.’

She realised Jess thought her tiredness was due to the concussion. Should she tell her it was because she’d spent the better part of the last two hours in bed with Joe, exercising muscles she almost hadn’t remembered having?

‘No, no, it’s fine. I wanted to see you.’

She stuck her head into the baby’s nursery, eager to see what Jess had been up to for the past few days. She hadn’t thought to look at it yesterday when her head had still been woozy from the concussion and she was surprised to find it almost finished. The bottom half of the walls had been papered in a gorgeous pale green-and-white-striped wallpaper that Kitty hadn’t seen before, and mobiles hung from the ceiling above the newly assembled change table and cot. Tucked into one corner in front of a small bookcase and reading lamp was an inviting armchair upholstered in a pale apple green.

‘Wow, you’ve been busy.’

‘I had some time on my hands,’ Jess said. ‘I’m keen to get it finished. It was strange being in the house without you. And without the baby. Working on the nursery made me feel connected to you both, although I can’t take credit for much more than the design choices and dressing the cot. I’m keen to meet my baby and I sort of feel that if I get the nursery ready, maybe it will hurry things up. At least I feel ready.’

‘Don’t be in too much of a hurry, I’ve got a while to go yet!’ Kitty wasn’t ready for the pregnancy to end yet. The baby wasn’t due for another eleven weeks or so, and she wasn’t quite ready to give the baby up.

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