What if tomorrow doesn’t come?
What if tonight is all we have?
“Lose the shower curtain,” he says hoarsely.
I wiggle out of it, letting it drop to the floor.
He looks down, his hands stroking from my breasts down to my hips as his erection bobs inside his boxers.
I bite my lip. I’m still stroking his neck, but I’d like to be stroking his penis.
Licking it.
Sucking on it.
His thumbs brush my lower belly where the barest hint of swelling is finally showing off my pregnancy. I bought new pants to be more comfortable weeks ago, but I haven’t started showing at all until this past week.
“So fucking gorgeous.”
Steam curls around us. I shift, rubbing my calf against his as I step out of the twisted curtain at my feet, and I let my hands drift down his chest, to his stomach, and lower, tracing the line of hair to where it disappears into his boxers.
“Come to bed,” I say.
Once more, he lifts that serious gaze to me.
He doesn’t say a word, but again, I swear I hear what he’s thinking.
This will change everything.
Maybe it will.
Maybe it won’t.
But something that feels this good, thisright, can’t be bad for us.
And if it is, I don’t want good anymore.
I just want him.
He lowers his mouth to mine, and this time the kiss is slow and long and deep, with his hips rolling against mine, pressing his erection into my belly while I let my hands glide around his trim waist until I’m squeezing his ass.
So much muscle.
So much power.
He growls low in his throat, and then he shifts, pulling out of the kiss to drift lower, licking and suckling at my jaw, my throat, my collarbones, and lower.
I gasp when he swirls his tongue around one nipple, then the other. His hands hold my hips while he kisses me lower, down my breastbone, over my stomach to my belly button. My clit is aching to be touched, and I’m so turned on that I’m wet between my thighs.
“Holt—”
“You smell fucking fantastic.” His face drifts down, peppering kisses over my lower abdomen, making me tingle with anticipation, with desire, with desperate, heavy need.
And then he’s parting my legs as he kneels, pushing my trembling thighs apart.
His tongue touches my clit while his whiskers tickle my most sensitive skin, and I almost come unglued. “Oh god,” I gasp.
“Wider, kitten. Spread these legs wider so I can eat all of you.”
