“Yes,” I whispered.
Again, I wasn’t sure what I was trying to tell him.I took a deep breath, holding it for a long moment as his hands worked their magic over my body.I tried to clear my head and think about what I wanted to tell him—what I needed to say.What we had, what we were building was important.For Bree, but for and to me.I wanted him to feel the same…wanted him to know how I felt about us.I licked my lips more slowly this time, enjoying the power of my femininity as Luka watched, his own breath catching.
“I want you,” I said.
“Just now?”he demanded.
I shook my head, not breaking eye contact.This moment was momentous—an alteration for us in a relationship of shifts.“I wanted you then, always, but I thought you’d…”
He growled, and goose bumps exploded over my skin.He was dominance, power restrained.At least with me.
“I wanted you then,” I said more firmly, “and I want you now.More because I know how thoughtful and decent you are.I’llalwayswant you.”
“Good.”He kissed me.Like his earlier kisses, this one was fierce, possessive, and it lit me up.Until Luka, I’d assumed I was too assertive to be interested in offering myself to a man.
But his kiss incinerated those beliefs.Luka had proven himself worthy of my trust, over and over.Even though it went against his instincts, he’d allowed me to fightmyfight.He’d given me the respect and space I needed to feel confident enough to open up to him.
I tilted my head, giving him better, deeper access to my mouth.He flicked my nipples again, causing me to arch into him.He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, gently tugging, nipping at the soft skin there, and once again making my knees weak.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”His lips remained against mine.
“Yes.Please.”
Without lifting his head to break the kiss, he scooped me up.I looped my arms around his neck and held on, knowing he’d easily manage the added weight from pregnancy.He lifted his head, and I nipped at his chin, his earlobe, anything I could reach.
“Shh...I need to make sure I get you two on the bed safely.Just a minute, Millie.”
But I was burning with need.Months of repression went up in flames.I was so hungry for skin-to-skin contact, desperate for the connection, the bliss Luka brought me.
He elbowed into his bedroom, moving something from his pillow—a baby doll in a pink onesie?—and settled me in the middle of his bed.I stared up at him as he knelt next to me, shifting my body so I wasn’t lying fully on my back.His hands skimmed the side of my breast, my ribs, my hip.
“Why do you have a doll?”I asked.
“To practice diapering and holding.”He nuzzled my neck.
Oh.Oh, my heart melted all over again.How could I not fall for this man?He was thoughtful, loving…perfect.
And I’d tried so hard to push him away.
He looked down at me.“You are a sight lying here.Like those Renaissance paintings.Fucking gorgeous and lush.What I’m going to do to you?”
“Luka.”
“Shh...I got you, sweetheart.”
He’d keyed in on how much I loved that phrase.Now he said it to me when I became agitated.“I got you.”
He slid to his side and kissed me again.I loved his kisses—was addicted to his taste, the firmness of his lips, the sweep of his tongue.I inched closer, my fingers deep in the material of his shirt, twisting the fabric.
He helped me remove my leggings and oversized shirt, taking special care to peel off my socks.Then he slid off his T-shirt and scooted onto the bed beside me, his hands on my belly.I arched into him, wanting more.He obliged by moving his warm palms over the taut skin to cup my breasts.My nipples, which were already sensitized and hard, tightened further.
“I need…” I began.The words died in my throat when he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
He bent his head, the beautiful hair sliding with a silky weight between my fingers, as I pressed him closer to my chest.He kissed his way around my areola.My panties grew wet as he lavished attention on the sensitive skin.
“Your breasts are so beautiful, Millie.You’re beautiful.”
“More,” I moaned.
