Page 68 of How Good It Was (Excess All Areas 3)

“Are you okay, Luke?”

Luke’s heart raced.

His fingers itched to touch her bump. Their baby.

Because he was motherfucking confused. The sight of her ever-so-slightly swollen stomach had kicked his dick into high gear and punched a hole in his stomach. Like it had the previous evening when he’d put lotion on it. And unless he was misreading himself and his own desires, which he was usually in tune with, knowing that was his kid in her stomach totally and utterly turned him on.

He suddenly wanted to put more in her. To fuck her from behind without a condom while he ran his hands over her bump.

And, Christ, what did that make him?

“Luke? Talk to me.”

And explain what? That he suddenly had some kind of breeder kink that really wanted to be unleashed.

She placed her hands back over her stomach, and he fought the urge to uncover her again.

“Shit. Sorry.” He shook his head to clear it. “It just ... you looked ... well ...”

“Pregnant?”

“Yes.”

Her face dropped and she reached for her cami top.

“Wait. Fuck. Okay. I’m just gonna say it. You naked with my baby in you is fucking hot, Will. Like next level, ‘suddenly need to fuck you holding on to your stomach’ hot—which I get is probably a lot kinkier in my head than it sounds out loud, because out loud, it sounds really fucking weird. And, honestly, I really don’t want things to get weird when we were just about to, well ...”

Willow chuckled and spread her hands over her stomach. “You think this is hot?”

“Don’t laugh at me, flower. Honestly, for someone who never wanted kids, it’s a bit of a poleaxe to the head to realise it’s actually hot as fuck. My head still hasn’t put all the pieces together as to why, but yes, it’s really fucking hot.”

“And you didn’t realise this last night?”

Fuck, when he’d smeared her lotion all over her stomach. “In fairness, I did. But I was trying not to think about you and your body in the context of getting turned on. I was certain nothing was going to happen for me, so I just paid attention to what you needed. But now, we’re in a hotel room, and you’re all up in my space with that arse and those lips of yours, and I’m thinking about both of us getting off and then, bam ...”

“Come here,” Willow said, opening her arms to him, and without thinking, he lowered himself to her, making sure the majority of his weight was not on the baby.

“It’s not weird?” he asked, burying his head against the side of her neck. She ran her hands down his back.

“I’ve spent the last four months praying I’m cute pregnant which is so superficial, I know. The fact it’s your catnip, well ...”

“Watch it with the catnip talk,” he huffed, taking in the musky scent of her.

“It’s hot, Luke,” she sighed. “Knowing someone finds your changing body attractive makes being naked around them a lot less stressful. Feel free to carry on if your little freak-out is over.”

He slid his hands down her sides, allowing his thumbs to glide over her belly. “My little freak-out?”

Willow chuckled softly. “Yeah. That. Go back to telling me how I’m going to ride your face.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” He kissed her lips, chastely at first, then with feeling.

Slowly, he traced a trail of kisses along her collar bone, over her breast, down her sternum. When he got to her bump, he nipped, licked and kissed it, indulging himself in the feel of her, in the firmness of her stomach.

“Luke?”

He lifted his head to look at her. “Flower?”

“I need you. Like, right now.”

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