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stupid? Had she done or said anything, anything at all, that implied he hadn’t been taking great care of her? No. But that was what the noise in his head was running on a continuous loop. Dammit. He’d done plenty but what she needed from him the most right now, she didn’t know how to ask for.
    Tori was excruciatingly aware of Draegyn’s physical absence. She was pregnant-horny around the damn clock—but at her last check-up, the stupid doctor blurted out in front of her impressionable husband that they might want to play it safe with their sexual activity. Fuck it if the overwrought father-in-waiting she was married to didn’t take that as a prescription to halt all intimate contact, physical or otherwise, for the duration.
    She’d given up trying to entice him back into their bed. Shaped like an over-ripe pumpkin, Tori was ten steps removed from pretending even a little bit to be sexually alluring. Him being all stoic and controlled while she was so desperate and clingy was making her nuts.
    Maybe having her mom around would act as a pressure valve. Give them a break. After all, it wasn’t long now. Just thinking about the joy of holding their baby in her arms, Tori became swamped with emotion. Clutching at his t-shirt, she wiggled on his lap and started pressing hot kisses to his neck and chin. They made a baby together. She and her sexy-as-fuck secret agent man. It felt so damn good being in his arms, feeling his spectacular chest rise and fall against her. And he tasted as good as he smelled, too. Sort of like hot sunlight on sweaty flesh.
    She heard him moan, his chin angling away from her so she had better access to his throat. His hand stopped moving and the embrace he held her in became firmer, greedier. Somehow, she managed to slip her hand under his t-shirt, sweeping up across his muscled chest, using her sense of touch to locate his nipples. Scraping her nails on his flesh, she let her hunger explode, groaning and whimpering while she devoured him with her mouth.
    When he reached for one of her swollen breasts, she moaned at the contact and shuddered from head to toe. Next thing she knew, his hand was in her hair, holding her head at the perfect angle as he gorged on her mouth with a kiss that was carnal and provocative.
    This was what she knew, how it had always been with Draegyn. The physical connection, the way it blazed red-hot. When his tongue invaded her mouth, everything else faded into insignificance. He loved her. She could taste it. The world was a perfect place.
    But all too soon, she sensed him begin to withdraw. It was inevitable. He tried to keep their ardor on the back burner, but it never lasted very long. This was becoming their norm. They’d have a quiet moment that suddenly became the towering fucking inferno—mostly because he just couldn’t not respond—and for a bit they would get lost in all those feelings. Until he remembered and pulled away.
    “Draegyn, please,” she groaned.
    “Honey, don’t,” he begged. “You know what the doctor said.”
    O hhh that made her so mad! Stupid damn male doctor. She wasn’t asking him to fuck her unconscious. All she really wanted was a great make-out session; hopefully, one that ended with some orgasmic relief. For both of them.
    “Draegyn St. John. You coward. You know damn straight that the doctor did not flail his arms and screech, Warning Will Robinson . All he said was to take it easy. Not, take a vow of celibacy.”
    Draegyn muttered something unkind about the doctor under his breath. “Sweetheart, look,” he told her while grasping both of her hands in his one. “I can’t take any chances with you or our baby. It’s better this way—you’ll see. By the time we can make love again, it’ll seem like a new beginning. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
    “No,” she grumbled.
    “C’mon, Victoria. Don’t pout. You know that shit makes me crazy.”
    She huffed and bit her lip to stop the tears from falling. Shit. More