I hated how easily he could read me, how my body betrayed me whenever he was close. It had been that way since the beginning, this frustrating physical attraction that I couldn’t seem to control.
“Remember the hospital?” he murmured, his thumb tracing along my jawline. “How you almost came apart with just my fingers? How good it felt?”
I swallowed hard, unable to stop the flood of memories. The feel of his hands on me, the way he’d made me feel, the sounds I’d made…
The nights I’d spent afterwards, unable to sleep because of the way my body craved feeling him again.
“If it’s any consolation,” he murmured, “I lose control around you, too. That incident in the hospital was pure instinct. For both of us.”
“It’s just the pregnancy,” I replied quickly, swatting his hand away
