Page 341 of Kentrell

I sat up, wrapping my arms tight around her waist, burying my face in her neck, tasting her skin, breathing her in like she was the only air left in the room.

“Let go for me,” I whispered against her throat.

And she did.

Just like that—she came undone in my arms, moaning my name loud enough that if it wasn’t for the music, the whole damn house would’ve heard her.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body trembling against mine.

And me?

I followed right behind her, holding on like I’d never let go.

Because I wouldn’t.

We stayed like that for a minute… just breathing each other in. Her body still soft and warm against mine, her heartbeat slowly coming back down.

I traced lazy circles along the curve of her back, letting my hands wander lower until she shivered and let out that soft, sleepy laugh she always gave me after we went at it like this.

“You’re insatiable,” she murmured, her voice scratchy and low like she’d been screaming at a concert.

“Nah…” I kissed her shoulder, then her collarbone, then that sweet spot just under her jaw that made her toes curl. “Just in love.”

Her smile stretched against my neck, and I felt the slow grin pull at my own mouth.

We laid there for another minute, tangled and sticky but too content to move just yet. The music was still playing low in the background, but the bass had dropped into something softer.

Finally, she lifted her head, pushing hair from her face. “We probably should shower and make ourselves presentable before my mother starts wondering what’s taking us so long.”

I laughed, low and deep. “With the way you was screaming? She already knows.”

Her eyes widened as she smacked my chest. “Kentrell!”

“You know I’m just playing. The music was loud enough—ain’t nobody heard nothing.” I grinned, catching her chin between my fingers and stealing another kiss just because I could.

When she finally sat up, letting the sheet fall down to her stomach, my eyes went there first—her nipples peeking like they were begging for attention—then lower… to her belly.

My hand moved there on instinct, palming it like I had something real to rub underneath.

“I can’t wait for yo’ shit to get big,” I murmured, running my hand slow across her skin. My thumb moved back and forth like I could already feel her stretching for me… for us.

I imagined it. That little bump showing up, making her waddle when she walked, her whole body rounding out with our baby… my baby…

Our daughter.

Yeah… I saw it.

A little girl—all Zoe. Running me ragged through Target’s toy aisle with a cart full of whatever her heart desired.

Zoe’s hand slid over mine, making me glance up at her. She was smiling soft, with that sleepy, post-love glow that hit me right in the chest.

“Whatchu thinkin’?” she purred, eyes half-lidded as I leaned over and kissed her lips slow and full.

“My daughter,” I said without hesitation.

Her eyes sparkled… because deep down I knew that’s what she wanted too, no matter how much she played neutral last night. Standing in the middle of the frozen foods aisle at Mariano’s, telling her mama she’d be happy with whatever God gave us.

Lyin’ ass.

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