I knew I had to stop. I had to.
If we went too far, if we actually had s*x, my baby’s life could be in danger.
But making out with Klaus?
Somehow, that felt undeniably right.
His body was massive compared to mine, but it was as if every inch of me fit against him like a perfect puzzle. Even my breasts—something I always thought were too big for my frame—fit perfectly in his hands.
And the way he touched me…
Klaus wasn’t even trying to remove my clothes, but it didn’t matter. Every brush of his fingers, every graze of his lips—it was magic.
He turned me on so effortlessly, as if he knew exactly how to unravel me, how to make me forget everything except him.
I lost track of time. I didn’t even realize what was happening until his hips pressed against me, grinding into my core.
A gas
