As she was about to pull away, his wrist tightened slightly, locking around her waist.
He drew her closer against him again until their bodies were pressed together, not a sliver of space between them.
"Your belly seems bigger…" Feeling the little swell of her abdomen, Lorraine Hanson smiled, then lowered his head and captured her lips.
The woman's tender lips seemed to hold a kind of magic—once he took them, he couldn't bear to let go. Lorraine's kiss grew deeper and deeper, their breaths gradually turning ragged as they tangled into each other…
Only after a long while did the man finally stop, forcing himself to let her go. Staring at the flushed face of the woman in his arms, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were bloodshot.
His voice was hoarse as he said, "How much longer before I can touch you?…"
