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My shoulders shake with laughter, and he pulls his upper body away so he can look down at me. I glance up to see a confused look on his face. “Sorry, I’m just over here trying to be a supportive wife, and then your dick is poking into my belly...”
He moves his hands to my hips and lifts me up, setting me on the countertop and stepping up between my legs. Then hesmooths the hair that’s fallen from my ponytail back out of my face before leaning forward to press his lips to my forehead. “I missed you today when you were at practice and then at lunch. I always miss you when you’re not with me.”
“Same,” I tell him. “It’s going to be hard when the season starts back up.”
He rests his forehead against mine and whispers, “I know.” Another deep sigh, and then he says, “I wish we got to enjoy this honeymoon phase a little bit longer. Pretty soon, hockey will start, and then we’ll have a baby, and after that you’ll be training like crazy for the Olympics. We’ll never get this much time together, just the two of us, again.”
I wrap my legs around his upper thighs. “I guess we’ll just need to make the most of the time we do have.”
Tilting my chin up, I press my lips against his, and he kisses me back like we’ve been apart for half a year instead of half a day. I don’t know how I once believed I could live with this man just being my friend, and now I can’t go six hours without having sex with him. I guess it’s because I didn’t know what I was missing.
When he lifts me off the counter, I tighten my legs around his hips as he walks into the living room. “Where are we going?” I ask between kisses.
“You’re sweaty from practice and I’m gross from my workout with Zach, so I think we both need a shower before we go out to dinner.”
“We’re going out to dinner?”
“Only if you want to. But I made a reservation, just in case,” he says as he turns into the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
“You know I’m always hungry,” I say with a smile,reaching down to find the hem of my tank top and pulling it over my head as he approaches the door to our bedroom.
“Shit, Peaches.” With a groan, he looks down at my bare chest as my shirt lands somewhere behind him. “I swear your tits are growing faster than any other part of your body.”
“You like that, huh?”
“Just one of the many reasons I plan to keep you pregnant as often as possible,” he says, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of my neck as he turns into the bathroom.
“Oh yeah?” I ask, sighing from the trail of wet kisses that are making their way to my collarbone. “What are the other reasons?”
“Well, your insatiable appetite for sex is certainly another reason.”
“Maybe that’s because of you and not the hormones,” I suggest as he sets me on my feet and looks down at me like he’s immensely pleased with himself.
“I guess we’ll know eventually. But also, the way you look—like you’re glowing from within as you growourbaby—it’s such a turn-on.”
Aside from the way my breasts just keep getting bigger and my hair looks amazing, there’s not much I love about my body now that I’m solidly in my third trimester. But if he likes my body like this...I’m not going to let the rapid weight gain or the ever-expanding stretch marks bother me.
He drops into a squat, sitting on his heels as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, pulls them over my hips, and lets them fall to my feet. Then he kisses the underside of my belly before he dips his head lower and breathes in my scent. “I fucking love the way you smell when you’re turned on.”
“I’m always turned on,” I say, my breath becoming more rapid.
“Good,” he hums, before turning me to face the mirror over the sink and rising to his feet behind me. Reaching his hand behind his head, he pulls his T-shirt up and over his head before dropping his shorts to the floor.
My breath catches at the sight of his broad, bare shoulders and muscular arms. He reaches down to steady my hips while he uses one of his feet to spread my legs, and I can feel his warm breath on my shoulder as he leans over me and tells me to place my hands on either side of the mirror. I’m so keyed up that I don’t need him to do anything more to get me ready.
He holds my hips in place as he pushes inside me in one long, slow thrust and leans forward to place one of his hands on the wall above mine, allowing me to adjust to him. Then he tells me, “I love everything about you, Eva,” as he starts moving inside of me, holding my gaze in the mirror as he adds, “I think I’ve loved you my entire life.”
It’s all so much that I can no longer control my emotions. Tears leak out of the corner of my eyes as I say, “IknowI’ve loved you my whole life. I just didn’t think you’d ever love me back.”
He moves his hand under my belly and across my body so his forearm anchors me to him. “I’ve never not loved you, and I’m never going to love anyonebutyou.”
Tilting his hips, he changes the angle, making contact with a previously unexplored part of me. Shock waves wrack my body and my lips part with a breathy sigh, but words are lost to me as the sensations flood my system.
Luke tucks his chin so he’s whispering directly in my ear. “I’m never going to fuck anyone but you, Peaches.” His hand moves beneath my belly and his finger finds my clit, and I’m not sure if it’s the way he’s touching me that turns me on more, or if it’s knowing that I’m the only woman he’ll ever have sex with. “And I’m never going to get my fill of you. The way you look when you’re about to come . . . it’s fucking addictive.Youare my addiction.”
The heat builds in my core, and my body feels like it’s burning up, and then Luke growls in my ear, “Now give me that orgasm so I can throw you in the shower and dirty you up with my cum before I clean you off and make you come again.”
I’m about to tell him that demanding my orgasm doesn’t make it happen more quickly, but then he increases the pressure and says, “I love watching your tits bounce every time our bodies meet.”
