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shoulders slumped in relief. “So what were you going to say?”
    I sighed. Might as well tell him now. I’d blurt it our sooner or later anyway. “I was going to say that now that I’ve gotten used to the idea, I’m kind of excited about it. I mean I’m thirty-two. I’ve got to admit, my biological clock is definitely ticking.”
    “I think…” Will said cautiously. “I think mine has been too. And I can’t say I’m entirely thrilled, not just yet, but I don’t think I exactly mind, either. What’s been going on between us—it was probably always just a matter of when, not if, we made things legal.”
    Not exactly a declaration of undying love, but as steps go, it was a good one. I relaxed a little for the first time since I’d seen the pink plus sign. And with that relaxation, the crushing fatigue flooded back into me, making me sag back into his chest, yawning.
    “Poor thing.” He snuggled me close, then reached out a hand to switch off the remaining lamp. “Get some sleep. We’ll figure it all out in the morning. Right before we get you on the first possible plane out of this hellhole.”
    He settled me against his chest, my cheek pillowed on him while his arm wrapped around me. His other hand settled low on my stomach, in a gesture both protective and affectionate that made me sniffle again. It was going to be all right. I drifted off to sleep with that thought running through my mind. Everything was really going to be all right.

Chapter Three

    I woke the next morning before daylight, feeling warm and safe and contented for the first time in weeks. Will had me wrapped in his arms, which felt so good I thought I never wanted to move. Except I had to go to the bathroom.
    “Good morning,” he whispered when I crawled back into bed a few minutes later. “Everything okay?”
    “Mmm. It is now.” I kissed him, softly at first, then with more and more intensity as we both woke up. His body was hot and hard, his cock ready and prodding against my hip. My own arousal followed quickly. I could feel my pussy swelling and dampening for him, while my nipples were already taut little pebbles rubbing against his smooth chest.
    Will kissed his way down my throat, pausing for a moment to nip the tendons of my neck. Rolling me onto my back, he kept his weight on his hip beside me, while his upper body leaned over mine. With one hand, he cupped my left breast, squeezing it softly.
    “Are these more sensitive yet?” he asked curiously as he lightly rubbed his thumb across the nipple.
    Hell yes. But all I managed out loud was, “Uh-huh.” Wanting more, I arched my spine, pushing against his hand.
    He squeezed just a little harder, still being exquisitely gentle, while he moved his mouth down to capture the other nipple. I gasped at the thrill of pleasure, then moaned as he began to suck. Wet heat coated the inside of my thighs, and my hips began to move restlessly, seeking more.
    “God, you taste like heaven, Carys .” He switched his mouth to my other breast, which meant he was leaning all the way across my chest, pressing down on the other with his pecs. I moaned again, then cried out as his big hand moved down. He paused to trace the raven-shaped birthmark on my hip, then brought his hand around to cup my mound. His middle finger slid between my slick labia, pressing lightly on my clit and tickling the mouth of my pussy. I wriggled my hips, trying to drive that finger inside, where I wanted him so badly I ached. Will was in the mood to torment me, though. Instead of delving into my slit, he slipped the finger back up and began to massage my distended clit.
    Every part of me was primed that morning. I don’t know if it was the pregnancy, or just the two weeks apart, but my body responded like crazy, amazing even me with the degree of reaction to each little touch. I bucked my hips in time to his fingers on my nub, while I clutched his head to my nipple with one hand and dug into his back with the other. I