“Wait,” he says softly when I start to turn over.
“What?” Not to get graphic, but having me on all fours is how things work best this late in my pregnancy. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he breathes with a smile. “I want to see you.”
“I’m a little hard to miss at this size.”
He guides me back down to a seated position, kissing the side of my neck. “You know what I mean.”
I do, but I’m not sure how to articulate this. This dull, aching need that transcends any words. I can’t drag my eyes off his face. We can’t seem to stop touching each other. It’s like we’re tethered together with a delicate, shimmery thread that might snap if we stop holding eye contact.
Kissing me gently, Luke props two pillows behind me. Then he sinks to his knees on the floor, broad shoulders parting my thighs. “Hazel.” Warm breath feathers my skin. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
With anyone else, I’d feel exposed and self-conscious. With Luke, I just smile. “I feel like a whale.” My breath stutters out as he licks up my seam. “A very sexy whale.”
“You’re a goddess.” His mouth makes me feel like one. “A fucking miracle of nature.”
“Oh, God.” I clutch at his hair, letting my eyes flutter shut. It doesn’t take long, just a few expert strokes of his tongue. Then that soft, languid swirl that coaxes me right to the brink every time.
“Luke.” My breath comes in sharp little bursts.
“I know, baby. I know.”
My body explodes, and I forget to admonish him for calling me that. Balling my fists in his comforter, I cry out and arch up beneath him.
“So fucking sexy,” he breathes as he prowls up my body. “Need to be inside you.”
“Please.” I spread my thighs wider and Luke kneels on the floor between them. To be honest, I’m not sure this is going to work. His bed sits lower than mine does, but an average-sized man could never successfully line up our bodies just right.
Luke is no average guy.
“Oh.” I gasp as he notches himself at my entrance. “Luke, please.”
“Hazel, oh my God.” His eyes fill with awe as he slowly sinks into me. I’m not sure he’s blinking or breathing. My heart’s thudding hard as I anchor my heels at the top of his hips, drawing him deeper inside me.
“Don’t want—” he pants “—to hurt you. Hurt them.”
“You’re not.” Oh my God, this feels good. Not just the sensation of Luke moving inside me, but the way we feel fused into one. Our eyes meld together, our hands intertwined, as he picks up the tempo.
“Baby,” he breathes. “You’re so stunning like this. Can’t get enough of you.”
I’m too far gone to quip about how much of me there is right now. With his next rugged thrust, he bottoms out inside me. I watch his emotions play out like a filmstrip displayed in copper-flecked blue. Wonder, elation, pure unadulterated pleasure.
All of those feelings swell to a flawless crescendo inside me. I scream out my pleasure with Luke right behind me, both of us moving together so I can’t tell where I stop and he begins.
“Oh my God.” He sags against me, eyes drifting shut as he struggles for breath.
“I know,” I say softly, stroking the back of his head. “I know.”
“Hazel, that was?—”
“I know.”
“I don’t even have words for how good that was.”
With a smile, I release him, watching his gaze fill with wonder. Before I can stop them, the words bubble out.
“I love you.”
