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MILES

Iwoke up spooned around Lydia. I could get used to this. She was warm. She was comfortable. She was everything. And my body reacted to her, tucked up against me the way she was.

I pressed my hips with my growing erection against her backside to see if I could slowly wake her up.

She let out a soft moan and wiggled her ass against me.

The feeling of her body willing and pliant only made me want her more. I began leaving ticklish kisses against the side of her neck, under her ear.

“Miles,” she said softly.

“Yes, Lydia?” I asked.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it feel like?”

With another soft moan, she rolled onto her back and looked up into my eyes. “It feels like you’re trying to seduce me.”

I placed a soft kiss against her perfect lips. She parted for me and our tongues danced together. I deepened the kiss and ran my hands over her ribs and cupped her breast.

“That is exactly what I’m doing,” I growled. Damn, she felt good.

She made soft, encouraging noises as she ran her hands up my arms and across my shoulders.

I curled against her side and ran my hands over her smooth skin. As I caressed her belly, she stiffened.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

She wrapped her fingers around my wrist to keep my hand from moving anymore.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Are you feeling all right? I asked. “Are you okay? Not feeling sick?”

“I feel fine, and you are making me feel really good. But…” She paused.

“But what?” I asked.

She let out a sigh. “Nothing, I’m being silly. Kiss me,” she demanded.

Not one to turn away one of Lydia’s kisses, I complied. She ran her leg up mine, and we continued to kiss and touch. When my hand slipped down between her legs, she tightened her thighs, preventing me from reaching my goal or moving my hand at all.

“I’m sorry, Miles,” she said. “This feels weird.”

I eased my hand away from her legs and pushed up on my elbow to look at her.

“Feels weird as in you are uncomfortable? Something’s wrong? You don’t want me?”

“I do want you, but it feels weird as in, I’m pregnant. Should we be doing this?”

I wanted to laugh. “Why shouldn’t we?” I asked.

“I’m so round. Doesn’t the baby bother you?”

I placed my hand on her baby bump.

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