His hand slides to the back of my neck, gentle and steady, grounding me in the softest way. “I’m scared too, Sweetness. Scared of how much I feel for you. Scared of what it means if I lose you or the baby.”
My throat thickens again, but this time I hold his gaze. “We don’t have to be scared alone.”
His lips brush mine, lingering there as he whispers, “No, we don’t. We’ll figure it out together. I want that with you. Only you.”
A content smile tugs at my lips as I lean into him, resting against the place where his heart beats strong beneath my palm. And just like that, the fear doesn’t feel so big anymore. Not when I have him. Not when we have each other.
40
I CAN’T STOP TOUCHING THIS BUMP
RASMUS
The weight of those three little words still lingers between us as I softly lay Haisley down on the bed.I love you.They fill all the empty space between us, wrapping us up in something sacred.I love you.
“We don’t have to rush tonight.” My hands linger on her waist when she looks up at me.
She shakes her head, fingers curling around the hem of my T-shirt, tugging me closer. “I don’t want slow, Rasmus.”
Neither do I.
I lower my head, capturing her mouth in a kiss that deepens fast. And even though I’ve kissed her before, the feeling is somewhat different now—there’s no uncertainty, no unspoken questions, no hesitation. Only the undeniable truth of what we are.We’re in love.
I pull back to breathe the words against her lips, testing the way they sound when I say them out loud. “I love you. Beyond words. Beyond anything.”
A smile blooms across her face. “I love you, too, Rasmus.”
The way she says it anchors me to this moment, this room and this life we’re building together.
My hands slide under her T-shirt, pushing the fabric up. I need to feel and see all of her while mapping every stretch of her skin like it’s my last job on this Earth. When she lifts her arms, letting me strip the fabric, my breath catches as it often does around her. The sight of her—her body, the curves, the swell of her belly where our baby grows—is my undoing. It never fails to wreck me.
“Damn,” I murmur, dragging my hands over her stomach, feeling the life we created beneath my touch. “I can’t stop touching this bump.”
“You’re obsessed.”
“With you? Always,” I lock my eyes with her. “And this? You carrying our baby? I’ll never get over it.”
Her breath hitches as I press a kiss below her ribs. I slide her shorts and underwear off, loving the way her body responds to my touch. She’s warm, soft, and entirely all mine.
I kneel between her legs, my palms gripping her bare skin, spreading her open for me. My mouth follows the same path as my hands, tracing over the places that I know drive her wild. She gasps when I drag my tongue along the inside of her thigh, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer.
“Rasmus.” Her voice is shaky, filled with need.
I could tease her, draw out every moment, make her writhe with anticipation until she’s trembling and desperate, begging for relief. I could take my time tasting, teasing, and denying her until she’s gasping my name like a prayer.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I want her unraveling beneath me, shattering in my hands. She deserves to be consumed by so much pleasure that the only thing anchoring her to reality is my touch.
Settling between her thighs, I give her exactly what she wants. Exactly what she needs. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as I spread her open before my mouth claims her. She arches against me, her fingers fisting the sheets, breath hitching on a moan as I wreck her with my tongue in the best way possible. She’s lost to the feeling of us, and I swear, I’ve never seen anything more breathtaking.
When she shatters under my touch, I hold her through it, pressing kisses to her stomach, to the place where our child is growing.
By the time I rise up, her fingers are already reaching for me, desperate and impatient for more. I take off my clothes, watching the way her eyes rake over my body as her tongue flicks out to wet her lips.
“If you weren’t already pregnant with my baby,” I rasp, positioning myself over her, “I’d make it happen right now.”
“And I would let you.”
