Page 46 of Solid Ground

Declan O’Leary is my baby daddy, and I want him inside me again.

THIRTEEN

ZOE

He’s not finished.

“It doesn’t have to be more if you don’t want it to be. It could just be sex.” He says it so matter-of-factly, I could almost believe him. But I’m not sure it could just be sex with Declan. Not now. “If you lie down on your bed, I’ll eat your pussy. I fucking loved doing that.”

My eyebrows rise, and the ache in my core grows. One of the things I remember very clearly was the morning after when Declan went down on me. I’ve never met a man as enthusiastic when giving oral sex.

“Declan,” I whimper.

“Is that a yes?” He smiles that panty-dropping smile, and I know I’m done for. How can I say no?

My hormones are raging—I’ve never craved sex the way I do right now. And I’m sure a lot of it is to do with the fact that Declan’s right here. He cooks. He cleans. He’s hot as sin.

And I’m down for a refresher course in that man’s body.

He chuckles as I all but sprint for the bedroom—which is no mean feat when your centre of gravity is changing.

I pull back the covers and flop on the bed, and Declan follows, shaking his head.

“How long have you been feeling this way?” he asks.

“Forever. Now get over here and do this.”

“Do what?” He smirks.

I wave my hands in the general direction of my body. “All of this.”

He chuckles. “Get naked and I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

I’ve never stripped so fast. Despite my anxiety about my pregnant body, I want his hands on me—his tongue on me—his …

Declan’s out of his clothes faster than I am, and he climbs into bed beside me.

He runs his hand down the curve of my belly.

“I still can’t quite believe you’re growing my baby in there.” His tone is so soft, caring, it’s enough to bring tears to my eyes.Stupid hormones.

“I’m glad you’re my baby daddy,” I whisper.

He laughs softly. “There will probably come a time when you take that back.”

I shake my head. “No. I have faith in you.”

Declan nuzzles my neck. “Saying things like that just make you even hotter.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m like a beached whale right now, and there are still four months to go.”

“Stop that right now. You’re gorgeous. Pregnancy suits you.”

“Do you really think so?”

His warm gaze makes my heart beat faster. “Of all the women I’ve ever met in my life, I’m glad it’s you having my baby. You’re beautiful, smart, and rocking that baby bump.”

I snort. “Stop it.”

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