But then I open my eyes to find Enzo on his knees before me, his hand on my belly, an expression of awe on his face.
He fits his palm over the small bump.
"It grows so fast," he says, almost breathlessly.
It's also the first time he's touched me like this in weeks.
"You know," I start, my fingers trailing all over his face and smearing the flour around, "I'm not made of glass. I'm not going to break if you…" I trail off, the sudden darkening of his eyes telling me it's not for lack of desire.
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispers, his hand drifting lower. A breath catches in my throat, excitement building inside me.
"You won't. The doctor said it's okay if we're careful."
His face comes closer to mine, and I wet my lips, ready for the much-anticipated kiss. We're a mere breath away from each other when the alarm on the oven ticks.
Damn…
Enzo smirks at me as he dons a pair of mittens, takes the cake out, and puts it on the table.
Too impatient, I take it out of the tray and cut it into pieces, taking one and blowing on it. Enzo is quick to swipe it out of my hand, shaking his head at me.
"Wait. It's too hot." I pout at him.
Reluctantly, I wait a couple of minutes, but my gaze never strays from the cake. Again, Enzo surprises me by trying the cake before giving me his approval.
"Finally," I sigh in pleasure as I bite into the cake. I devour one piece, then another.
Enzo's staring at me with an odd expression on his face as I chew on the cake, so I find myself asking, "What?"
"You're so pretty when you're happy." His words take me aback, especially since I don't detect any untruths on his face. "And before you come for me," he continues, "I'm not lying or trying to butter you up. It's simply the truth."
"Then why don't you do something about it?" I ask shamelessly.
"God, do I want to…" he groans, taking a step forward. Winding my arms around his neck, I raise myself on my tiptoes to lay a kiss on his lips.
"You know," I start, caressing his face with mine, the flour slightly abrasive against my skin, "pregnant women have needs."
"Do they?" he cups my cheeks in his hands, his nose nuzzling mine in a sweet gesture. "What my woman wants, I'll have to oblige." His words send a shiver down my back, particularly the fact that he called mehiswoman.
"Kiss me, damn…" I don't get to finish my words as his mouth is on mine. His hands move down my body until he grabs my ass, lifting me into him. Wrapping my legs around his torso, his hard length comes right into contact with my center, a prickle of awareness turning into a mountain of sensation.
"Damn, sleeping next to you and not touching you was pure torture," he admits, his voice rough.
"You're not the only one."
And I also have pregnancy hormones that make me a horny mess. But I refrain from saying that out loud.
He places me on the table, his fingers slowly skimming along the inside of my thighs before slipping my panties off my legs.
"Slow… we need to go slow," he mutters, almost as if he's trying to convince himself of that.
He finds me slick and wet, but as he plays with me, I find that I lack the patience for foreplay.
I tug at his pants, pushing them down his hips and wrapping my hand around his cock.
"Inside. Now," I urge, guiding him toward my entrance.
"Your wish is my command. Always," he whispers in my hair as his head nudges against my heat. He's teasing me as he strokes his cock along the seam of my pussy, coating it in my wetness.
