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He’s staring at my hideous underwear. They’re huge and bland, and I miss my old sexy stuff. I don’t miss, though, being cut in half by a thin strap in the back. These things are so much more comfortable.

“Stop looking at them. They’re horrible,” I snap.

“They’re not horrible,” he answers. His gaze drifts up to my face. “I wasn’t focused on them anyway.” I slide them off and place my knee on the edge of the bed. He reaches for me. Between the two of us, I’m wrestled into a kneeling position that straddles his waist.

“I was focused on this.” His hand caresses my belly.

“You’re sure the giant panties don’t turn you off?” I’m only half joking. It’s not that I’m trying to feed my ego. But it’s nice to hear someone still finds me desirable occasionally.

“Does it feel like I’m turned off?” He grinds his hips against mine. His length slides deliciously through my folds.

“Not really.” He repeats the maneuver, and my eyes close with a moan.

“Not at all. Look at me.” My eyes open to find him looking back at me. “You will always be the sexiest woman in the world to me. And I’m going to keep telling you that until you believe me.”

“How come you always know exactly what I need to hear?” I don’t give him a chance to answer. Instead, I rock up on my knees, center him at my entrance, and sink down. His eyes close, and a deep growl escapes his perfect lips.

“What are you thinking?” I ask. My body rocks against his. I love how he fills me. He possesses every inch of me. It’s as if my body knows he holds my sanity in his hands. I need what he can give me more than I’ve ever needed anything. It’s a scary feeling to put so much trust in someone else.

“What?” His hands hold my waist possessively. I can feel each finger securing me to him.

“What are you thinking? You look like you have something on your mind.” His eyes are starting to glaze as he looks at me. But I know he’ll hold out as long as he has to for me.

“I’m thinking I’m a very lucky man.” My pace picks up, his hips rising to encourage me on.

“How so?” I’m going to melt. That’s the only way I can describe it. My body warms in anticipation. It tingles as it chases the high only Rand can give me.

“Because,” he pants, “it won’t be long until I can meet this little one.”

My orgasm crashes over me. It dulls my senses while raising them inexplicably. I can’t breathe, yet my lungs fill to capacity. I can’t hear, yet the world around me is screaming. He sits up, and my arms wrap around his head as I hang on.

Will it always be this intense with Rand? Is this what it feels like to fall in love with someone? I’m not positive that’s where I am. Not yet anyway. But how can it be anything else? I never felt like this with any other man. He’s become the very air that I breathe.

“I was also thinking this is one lucky baby to have you for a mom.” A tear slides down my cheek. “Are you okay?” He asks.

Am I? He has me wrapped in his arms. But not too tight because he’s careful of the baby. The baby. That’s all I think about now. What’s best for the baby. I have no doubt that Rand and I being able to get along will be the best. But do we need to be together? I don’t know.

“Yeah. I’m good.” He helps me climb off the bed.

“The washcloths are clean too,” he yells through the bathroom door when I close it. I need a second to get myself together.

“Thanks.” I take a minute to clean up, splash water on my face, and contemplate life from the toilet. I can hear Rand banging around the bedroom, but he’s nice enough not to ask if I’m still okay. Finally, I finish and open the bathroom door. Rand stands across the room in his jeans.

“Would you like me to find us something to eat? We can break in the new dining room table.” He turns slightly red. “Well, maybe not like that.” He motions at the bed.

“I need to get home.” I laugh. “It’s family dinner night. Did you want to come?”

“I should work on the window seat tonight.” We stand for a moment in awkward silence. “You could come back. Stay the night?” he finally adds.

In all the evenings I’ve been hanging out over here, I’ve never stayed the night. Something in my brain keeps me from it.

“I have work tomorrow, and my stuff is all at home.”

“Well, there’s room in the closet and a couple of empty drawers in the bathroom if you want to keep some stuff here. Just in case.”

“Just in case, huh?” He gives me his shy smile. I’ve learned them all now. Shy, cagey, salesman, polite. I love this one the best. “I’ll think about it.”

“Alright.” He follows me down the stairs. “If you change your mind, just come on back. We can watch a movie or something.” I stop with the front door knob in my hand. “I bought popcorn.”

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