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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

GRACE

Our sex is hot, sweaty, and primal, made more passionate by my pent-up emotions, which find an outlet in this ancient act. We move all over the bed, trying every pregnancy-friendly position we can think of.

Now I clamber onto my hands and knees, and Aidan comes up behind me and carefully re-enters me. I gasp and work myself on his thick, hard length, but he lets out a low warning growl, the sound almost animalistic. Gripping my hips, he stills me. Then, very slowly, he draws me closer to him, burying himself even deeper.

I let out an involuntary moan. I want to tell him how good it feels to have him inside me, but so far, I’ve honoured our vow of silence, as has he. We’ve not spoken at all, although I haven’t been able to contain my wordless exclamations of pleasure.

Aidan moves his hips, tantalising me with measured thrusts. The sensations are exquisite, but I want more, and faster. I try to quicken the pace, but his grip on me tightens, a voiceless command to respect his authority, at least in this moment. He may be denying me what I desire, but there’s a primitive thrill in his exertion of dominance. I cave, letting him dictate the speed, which—to my delight—he gradually increases, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body.

He slides a hand around me to play with my clit, circling and teasing, while pushing himself faster and harder into me. The tempo continues to pick up until he’s pounding me, my heavy breasts swaying back and forth. I realise I won’t last much longer, but based on his ragged breathing, I doubt he will either. I want this to go on forever, but at the same time, the desire for release is overpowering.

Aidan’s grunts are feral and untamed, but suddenly his breath catches, and with a final forceful thrust, he empties himself into me. That’s what sends me over the edge. Squeezing my eyes shut and gripping the sheets tight, I cry out so loudly he has to clamp a hand over my mouth. Euphoria spreads through my entire body, and it takes me a few moments to remember I’m in a hotel and the walls are only so thick. I don’t care, though. I groan with satisfaction.

Aidan pulls out and collapses onto his back, panting heavily. I slide onto my side and lay my head on his chest. His skin is slick with sweat, his heartbeat thunderous. With interest, I gaze down his body at his still-erect penis. From this angle, it’s only the glistening red glans I can see.

He seems sated, but I can’t resist reaching out and taking a careful hold of him. Lying spread-eagle, collecting himself, he makes no attempt to stop me, so I loosely run my hand up and down his length. After a few strokes, a final bead of come appears. I know how sensitive a man’s penis can be post-sex, but even so, I graze my thumb over his tip, wiping it away.

Aidan emits a low groan, so just for fun, I rub his head some more, teasing him.

Still breathless, he manages a chuckle. “Lass, that’s enough!” He guides my hand off of him then pulls my body closer to his, my bare breasts pressing against his skin. He kisses my hair then relaxes into his pillow, hugging me protectively.

“That sex was . . . amazing,” he murmurs.

“Mmm,” I agree. “But . . . no words, remember?”

“Aye, no words.” Gently he squeezes me. “Just sex . . . and now sleep.”

I hum contentedly then close my eyes and snuggle deeper into his comforting embrace.

Coming to, I stretch and yawn. The room is dim, but around the edges of the curtains, there is a faint glow of morning light. I slept well—I wasn’t troubled by pregnancy symptoms at all. I have Aidan and his skills in the bedroom to thank for that.

Talking of Aidan, the spot in the bed where he should be is empty. From the en suite, the gentle rush of shower water reaches my ears. I’ve half a mind to join him, but the sheets are soft and pleasant against my bare skin, and I’m cosy under them—I can’t bring myself to leave quite yet.

Instead, I stretch out, savouring having the entire mattress to myself. There’s something peaceful about hotel rooms—they’re tidy and minimal and aren’t crammed full of personal possessions. My tiny flat is probably about this size, but it has a kitchen and all my belongings, and those make the space claustrophobic.

The sound of running water stops, and a minute later, Aidan appears, clad only in white boxer briefs, his hair towel-dried but still damp. “Ah, you’re awake.” A smile brightening his features, he turns on the bedside lamp.

I blink a few times. “Morning.”

Aidan brushes my cheek then leans over and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. His fresh skin carries a faint scent of soap, reminding me I, too, could do with a shower. Normally, I’m fastidious about being clean before going to bed—I have a strict night-time routine I hardly ever deviate from—but yesterday I didn’t care at all.

That’s one of the perks of staying in a hotel for a single night. It’s a free pass to roll in the sheets with abandon and not worry about sweat or anything else. After all, we won’t be sleeping here again tonight, and after we check out, the linen will be changed.

“What are you thinking about?” Aidan watches me with curiosity.

I smile mischievously. “Last night. We went at it like animals.”

He laughs, the warm sound filling the room. “Aye, we did. I would ask if you enjoyed yourself, but I reckon the whole hotel knows the answer to that. You really are loud when you come.”

“Aidan!” Flushing, I swat at his bare leg. “You can’t say that! Anyway, if anyone is to blame for the volume of my cries, it’s you. Oh, and this thing.”

With one finger, I prod his penis through his underwear, catching him off-guard. He flinches but quickly recovers and grins.

“Well, I had fun too.” He perches next to me and gazes at me with deep affection.

But at this closer distance, I notice something else in his eyes—a hint of unease? “What’s wrong?”