The kiss was fierce and hungry, raw with desperation. Months of s****l frustration and longing poured from Mira all at once, consuming them both.
In the heat of the moment, the small box Mira had been clutching in her hand slipped and tumbled to the floor, forgotten.
Derek reacted instantly, slipping his hand from her stomach and moving both of his hands to the small of her back, pulling her tight against him until her pregnant belly pressed against the hard muscle of his lower stomach. A low groan rumbled deep in his throat.
His mouth captured Mira’s with the same intensity, his tongue slipping past her lips in a hungry and consuming kiss.
His kiss was a claim, a fierce affirmation of everything he had told to her. In that moment, he was neither her ex-boyfriend nor her husband’s frie
