Something shifts in his expression. “You were thinking that, huh?”
“I can’t help it. Pregnancy hormones.” I tilt my head. “And we still haven’t made up for being apart.”
“Charlotte—”
“That’s a lot of nights, Dane.”
He holds my gaze for a moment, and I see the exact second he gives in. “You’re in charge. Tell me what you want.”
“That’s a dangerous offer right now.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I want everything.”
A beat.
“Then you’ll have it.”
He starts with my shirt, lifting it over my head and setting it aside. Then he pauses, just looking at me, and something in his expression shifts.
Dane’s hands settle on my stomach, spreading wide.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you like this.”
His hands move slowly over the curve of my stomach, up to my waist and my ribs, and the warmth of his touch pulls a breath from me.
“Seeing our son growing inside you does something to me.”
He leans in, his mouth brushing the side of my neck. His hands slide to my back, unhooking my bra with that same easy familiarity that still gets to me.
The bra falls away. He leans back again, looking at me with that same focused attention, and heat follows it—simple, immediate, impossible to ignore.
I narrow my eyes at him.
“Careful. I’m starting to think you have a pregnancy fetish.”
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I might.”
He straightens and pulls his shirt over his head in one smooth motion.
I watch him.
The broad line of his shoulders. The familiar planes of his chest. The way those gray sweatpants sit low on his hips.
Fourteen years on an island. Six months apart. Everything we've survived together.
You'd think sharing that much hardship with someone would make them less attractive. If anything, it's had the opposite effect.
He's still ridiculously sexy.
He finishes undressing and comes back to me, his hands finding me again.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my bottoms and ease them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. He lets them fall somewhere behind him without looking.
Then his hands move back up my body.
“I love how you feel,” he says against my collarbone.
