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“You’re not getting fat. You’re pregnant, Lennon.”

“Same thing.” She turns back to the mirror and pushes her stomach out even farther. She holds her scrub shirt beneath her chest, exposing her entire stomach. She must have gone straight to studying after her work experience shift without changing.

I push off the doorframe and cross to her, leaving only a few inches between us. “No, it’s not. You’re literally growing a human being, Lennon. It’s fucking incredible, and no man can do it. That’s for damn sure.”

She sighs. “I know. It’s just hard watching my body change. I’ve never seen myself like this.”

I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, resting my hands on her bump and my temple against hers. Our eyes meet in the mirror. “You look so fucking beautiful that it’s almost painful, sweetheart. And the farther along you get, the more beautiful you’ll be.”

I watch her struggle to accept my words, but I’ve never meant anything more.

Unfortunately, Lennon deflects. “No offense, but it’s easy for you to say that, Easton. Men don’t gain weight during pregnancy. They don’t have to worry about feeling attractive.” She turns to face me and steps back as her gaze travels appreciatively over my body. “Although you’ve never had a problem with that anyway.”

“Is that so?”

“Come on, Easton. You know what you look like.” She waves a hand over my torso and sighs, but the heat in her eyes is bright and unmistakable. “It’s entirely unfair how perfect your body is.”

I know my physique is elite. I’ve worked damn hard to build muscle and take care of myself over the years. But hearing her admit she’s noticed does something entirely different to my ego, and the look in her eyes says she’s no longer afraid to show her appreciation.

Because that look? It tells me her restraint is snapping too.

That’s the look that says she wants my naked body pressed against hers.

And it’s the look that lets me know she’s been thinking about what we shared on that mountain just as much as I have.

I step closer and tip her chin up with my fingers. “No, saying it isn’t easy—because I shouldn’t be saying it at all, right?”

Her heated eyes stay locked on mine. “Why?”

“Because this thing between us is complicated, Lennon.”

She licks her lips and drops her eyes to my mouth. “It doesn’t have to be.”

“It doesn’t?”

She steps a few inches closer. “No.”

“Use your words, sweetheart.” I bring my lips to her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want…I want you to touch me again, Easton,” she breathes. “I can’t think of anything else, and…”

I grab the bottom of my T-shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it to the floor. “Which part have you been thinking about exactly?”

Her eyes flare with heat. “All of it.” She drags her fingertips through the short hair on my chest, down my abs, and to the waistband of my jeans, tracing the V of my hips before running her finger through my happy trail.

Before I let her get any further, I grab her hand and spin her around to face the mirror again, pressing my cock against her ass so she can feel how hard I already am. I bring my mouth to her ear. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you either, sweetheart.”

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. “Easton…”

Slowly, I reach for the bottom of her shirt and bring it up and over her head, tossing it to the side without breaking our eye contact in the mirror. Then I gently cup her breasts, already spilling from her bra. “I can’t believe you don’t see what I’ve always seen.”

“What is that?”

“Your beauty is unmatched, Lennon. Natural and pure. And now that you’re pregnant?” I reach behind her and pop the clasp of her bra, letting it slide down her arms to the floor. “I don’t think you’ve ever been more desirable to me.”

“Touch me, Easton. Please.” I bring my hands to her breasts, loving their weight and how perfectly she fits in my palms. My fingers pinch her nipples, teasing and twisting them gently so I don’t hurt her, exploring what she likes. Her head falls back on my shoulder, her eyes close, and an unashamed moan leaves her lips. “God, yes. Just like that.”

“Look at me, Lennon,” I command, waiting for her to lift her head and meet my eyes in the mirror. “I want you to watch yourself as I make you come. Watch me as I touch you so you can see that I can’t look away from you even if I tried.”