His breath was warm against her hair, his chest resting against her back, one of his arms wrapped protectively around her belly and their baby.
She shifted slightly. Her thighs were really aching now, and he groaned softly behind her.
“Don’t move yet,” he murmured. “I like this too much.”
“We smell like s*x,” she said into his skin.
“We do,” he agreed without shame.
Her stomach growled softly, but before she could say anything, Luca shifted behind her, kissed her shoulder, and rolled to his feet. He walked around the bed and crouched beside her.
“What are you doing?”
“Carrying you to the bathroom.”
She blinked. “I can walk.”
He smirked. “You say that now.”
Before she could argue, he scooped her into his arms, one hand behind her back, the other beneath her thighs. She let out a q
