When his erection snuggled into the V of her legs, Laura gasped and pushed against him. And then his hands were cupping her breasts, his thumbs sliding back and forth over her nipples that were feverishly sensitive thanks to the pregnancy.
“Owen,” she said.
“Hmm?” His lips were busy on her neck, making her mind go blank again.
“I forgot what I was going to say.”
He let out an unsteady laugh and pressed her hand against the hard bulge in his shorts. “That’s what happens every time I lay eyes on you.” Punctuating his words with kisses, he added, “Every. Single. Time.”
Touched by his gruffly spoken words, Laura took advantage of the opportunity to explore the length and width of him, swallowing as he got bigger and harder under her hand. Since he was so tall and broad-shouldered, she wasn’t surprised to discover he was big there, too. When she thought about how he would feel inside her, she shivered in anticipation.
As she squeezed him gently, his head fell back and his fingers dug into her shoulders.
“Until today, you never told me you wanted me like this,” she said.
“Yes, I did.”
“When?” she asked, continuing to stroke and caress him.
“When the last ferry left on Monday without me on it. Didn’t that say it all?”
“I suppose that did make a statement.”
He stopped the movement of her hand. “No more of that.”
“Why? I quite like it.”
“I quite like it, too. Far too much.” He brought her hands to his shoulders. “Keep them there.”
Laura’s heart pounded as she waited to see what he would do. She noted the slight tremble of his hands as he unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it open. Her enhanced pregnancy breasts overflowed the cups of her white cotton bra, making her face heat with embarrassment. “I keep meaning to buy bigger bras.”
“Don’t,” he said, his voice hoarse as he lowered his head and pressed his face into the valley between her breasts. “You’re so sexy.”
Laura arched her back, encouraging him.
He released the front clasp, and her breasts sprang free into his waiting hands. “Oh God, you’re gorgeous.”
Before she had time to prepare, his mouth was feasting on her nipple, hot and hungry. She clutched his hair, which was the only thing that kept her from sliding off the counter into a boneless pile on the floor.
“How many days until Friday?” he asked, his lips vibrating against her breast.
The question made her laugh, nervously. He was putting her on notice that the minute Justin knew about the baby, their relationship would shift to the next level. “Three.”
He turned his attention to her other breast. “I’m not going to make it.”
Laura’s stomach chose that moment to let out a keening growl.
“Shit,” he muttered. “I’m pawing you like a madman, and you’re probably starving.” He dipped lower to press his lips to the tiny baby bump.
Touched by his attention to the baby, Laura combed her fingers into his unruly hair, attempting to smooth and straighten.
He looked up at her, and the raw emotion she saw shining in his eyes was nearly her undoing. As she watched him pay homage to the child growing inside her, she realized that she no longer had to worry about the possibility of falling in love with him. It had already happened, probably quite some time ago as he was peeling her off the bathroom floor and making her tea and tending to her every need as if he’d been born to do exactly that.
With what seemed to be great reluctance, he stood up straight, tucked her breasts back into her bra and refastened the buttons on her top. When he was done, he rested his hands on her shoulders.
Laura tipped her forehead against his chest, gathering herself. She couldn’t let him see that she’d fallen for him. The last thing she wanted was to make him feel trapped. If he felt trapped, he might run, and she really wanted him to stay. More importantly, she wanted him to want to stay.
“Let’s
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