Page 110 of Finding Peace


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Lincoln mutters something under his breath, and we all just stare at her.

Her stomach is just starting to round now. Not big—nothing that gets in the way—but enough that the curve is unmistakable.

Our baby.

Growing right there beneath her skin.

Her body looks softer somehow, glowing in a way that makes it impossible to look away from her.

And her breasts—

Shit.

They’re practically spilling out of that bra, begging me to free them and cover them with my mouth.

My throat goes dry the longer I look at her.

“Every day,” I hear myself say, voice rougher than it was when we walked in here, “I don’t think you can get more beautiful.”

Abigail tilts her head.

“And every day?” I step closer. “You prove me wrong.”

Lincoln moves behind her, hands settling on her hips—which are a little bit wider now, and all I want to do every time I see them is sink my teeth into them.

She inhales softly as my fingers slide along her arm as I close the distance between us, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palm. I’m close enough now that I can smell the faint scent of honey and sage and fresh air that’s clinging to her hair.

“Beau,” Lawson says quietly.

I glance toward him to find he still hasn’t moved from his chair. “Yeah?”

“Kiss her again.”

I don’t hesitate.

My hand slides to the back of Abigail’s neck as I pull her toward me. The moment our mouths meet, the world narrows. Her lips are soft and warm, already parting for me like she needs this more than she needs her next breath.

A quiet sound escapes her throat when my tongue slides against hers.

It’s sweet.

Breathless.

Addictive.

That’s what this woman is. An addiction I never want to break.

She tastes like the frozen berries she’s been snacking on for the last two weeks. She tastes likeher.

Behind her, Lincoln’s hand starts sliding slowly up her bare thigh and beneath the hem of her panties. She gasps against my mouth as the tips of his fingers slide closer to her pussy.

My chest rumbles with a groan I can’t hold back.

“Easy,” Lawson orders from across the room.

The single word sends another unexpected shiver through me.

Not a command meant for us to stop.