Jensen’s fingers twitch, and his eyes don’t leave the screen. A lump settles in my throat, one I can’t swallow around. “You okay?”
His thumb strokes over the back of my hand. “This is all I’ve ever wanted.” He lifts my hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “Thank you for giving me this gift, Mia.” My lips part, stunned. He kisses my temple, then my forehead, and heclaims my mouth with his hand cupping my face. “I’m going to take care of both of you. I promise.”
The technician has become fascinated with her screen, but I can see the way she’s smiling.
“I know you will,” I say.
When we finally leave the room, the technician gives me a look that says she knows exactly how lucky I am to have found a partner like Jensen.
But she doesn’t need to tell me.
I already know.
And this baby is so lucky to have a father like him.
SIXTEEN
MIA
I turn to the side,trying to see myself from the right angle to confirm what I already know. With my shirt bunched under my boobs, there is a soft swell between my hips that’s no longer bloat.
It’s firmer, rounder.
Definitely a bump. A sign our baby is in there, growing. Real.
I can’t swallow past the choking lump in my throat.
It’s small but there.
It’s been three weeks since we saw them on that grainy screen. Three whole weeks of wondering when I’d pop, and now I’m seeing it, I can’t stop looking.
“Mia, are you?—”
Jensen stops in his tracks. His eyes drop to my belly, and I watch him unravel in real time. First he blinks rapidly, then his jaw ticks and his chest heaves like he’s trying to hold back too much feeling.
“You’re showing.” His voice is thick, and he looks like somebody handed him the world, rather than the start of a baby bump.
“Yeah… I think so.” I press my palms there, feeling the subtle slope, blinking back the tears burning my eyes.
Jensen’s legs remember how to work, and he crosses the space between us until he’s in front of me. There is a beat where I’m not sure what he’s going to do, and then he drops to his knees so fast I gasp. His eyes lift for a second, dark and hungry, devoted and filled with madness.
“You’ll never be more beautiful than you are right now.” He rests his forehead against my belly. “This is proof that this body is mine.” He lifts his head, his hands cupping the small swell, like he’s trying to embed it into his memory. “This little bump that I gave you…” He presses a kiss there so soft it makes my eyes water. “You don’t realize how good you look, do you? How hard you make me standing there, your belly ripe with me.” He breathes against my skin, hot and needy. And those same hands that touch me like I’m sacred, hook into my waistband.
He peels my leggings down my thighs, my panties with them like they’re an inconvenience. I tangle my fingers in his hair as he presses kisses lower and lower until his scorching mouth closes around my clit like he’s starving to taste me.
I tip my head back as he teases around my entrance, taking me apart piece by piece. His tongue drags along my slit in slow, deliberate strokes, drowning himself in my taste.
“You’re so fucking wet for me you’re leaking down your thighs.”
I’m not sure how I’m still standing. My legs are trembling so much that he has to grip my hips to keep me steady. Pleasure builds inside me, coiling hot and sharp until the air feels trapped in my chest. There’s something crass and filthy about the way he’s eating me out, like he doesn’t care if the entire world hears him licking and lapping my pussy. The wet, greedy noises he makes as he devours me are sinful.
I keep my fingers tangled in his hair as he sucks my clit, dragging a desperate moan from me.
“That’s it, Mia. I want to hear you come apart on my tongue.”
I gasp as heat rushes up my spine, my breath stuttering through my clenched throat. The sting of pleasure bites so sharply it’s almost painful.
I’m not sure if I want him to stop or keep going. It’s all too much, yet not enough.
