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“They’re going to know why we’re late.”
“So?”
His fingers find exactly what they’re looking for, stroking lightly across my clit, and pleasure punches through me. The breath I suck in comes back out shuddery.
His arm locks around me above the bump, holding me against his chest when my hips jerk into his hand. He rubs my clit with the kind of confidence that comes from knowing exactly how I like it, and within seconds I’m wet enough that pretending I want him to stop would be insulting to both of us.
Pregnancy hormones have turned me into a complete fucking mess. I can be perfectly functional one second; then Sumner takes his shirt off or bends over to get something out of the refrigerator, and suddenly I’m two seconds away from pulling his pants down and taking him for a ride right there in the kitchen.
“I’m supposed to make a good first impression on your dads,” I say, groaning.
His mouth brushes my ear. “You’re showing up pregnant with their grandbaby. That’s already guaranteed.”
“You seem pretty confident about that.”
“I am.”
He slides one finger inside me and curls it, and my next breath breaks into a whimper.
His teeth catch lightly at my neck, and I feel his grin against my skin. “That sounded real concerned about first impressions.”
“I hate you.”
“Sure you do.”
I grab his forearm and rock my hips into his hand, which probably isn’t selling the whole I hate you thing.
He does it again, hitting the same spot while his palm rubs against my clit, and I bite down on my lip as another shaky sound escapes me.
Then he pulls his hand away.
Before I can decide whether I’m pissed about that, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear. The fingers that were inside me a second ago slide against my hip, leaving a streak of my own arousal against my skin as he pushes them down my thighs.
I step out of them, and the second I straighten, he turns me around and kisses me.
My arms go around his neck as he bends, catches me under the ass, and lifts me straight off the floor.
I laugh against his mouth, startled by the sudden lift, and wrap my legs around his waist.
I’m not a small woman, and the fact that this man can lift me up like this without so much as a grunt will never stop being hot.
He carries me toward the bed while I kiss him, my fingers dragging over the short hair at the back of his head. My glasses slid halfway down my nose somewhere in the process, and he pulls back just long enough to pluck them off my face and set them on the nightstand before kissing me again.
“Okay, points for thinking ahead.”
His mouth brushes mine. “I’m learning.”
He lowers me onto the edge of the mattress, then straightens and shoves his jeans and boxer briefs down.
And there goes whatever was left of my ability to think.
I’ve seen him naked more times than I can count by now, but my body hasn’t gotten the memo that this is old news. My eyes drag over the hard ridges of his stomach, the thick muscles in his thighs, and his dick standing hard between them.
Fuck.
I will never get tired of looking at this man, and right now looking isn’t nearly enough.
I reach for his dick, but Sumner catches my wrist before I can wrap my hand around him.
