(Disclaimer: This story contains mature content and is intended for readers of 18+)
“Really?” she asked, her voice trembling, searching his eyes.
George swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I don’t want to force you, Thalia...”
She lifted her finger to his lips, silencing him with a gentle press. “Ssssh. You don’t have to take it back.”
He exhaled sharply, torn between hunger and hesitation. “I know, but I can’t bear the thought of pushing you into something you’re not ready for.” His fingers caressed her lips, then trailed lower, his eyes drawn helplessly from her mouth to the curve of her bare chest.
Her gaze softened, filled with emotion. She wanted this, she wanted him badly. Even if she had lost the first baby she carried for him, the ache to create another one with him hadn’t died.
