With the warm sand cushioning beneath them, Ari sat back against Adrian’s chest as she took in a deep breath of the salty air. Instantly, his hands smoothed around the wide girth of her very pregnant belly, his fingers caressing it in a slow rhythm. She had to squint against the sun when she tilted her head a little to look up at him, the glare making it hard to focus, but he seemed to know what she wanted. Tenderly, he pressed his lips against hers, flaring up the scânteie in a heated rush throughout her body. Adrian groaned, equally excited. When the kiss deepened, becoming more intimate with each flick of his tongue, the arrival of their guests doused the fire like a bucket of ice water.
“Here you go!” Adrian’s mother beamed as she presented her with a tall glass of ice-tea in one hand
