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He laughs, shaking his head at me. “Okay.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of my cravings.”

“I know better than that.” He tips my chin up, kissing me.

It’s brief, but oh so sweet.

“I’ll get Luke dropped off at his friend’s house and hit the store on the way home. Why don’t I meet you at your place?”

“Sounds perfect.” I steal one last, long lingering kiss. “I’ll leave the door open for you.”

Chapter Thirty-One

GRANT

Ican’t remember the last time I’ve moved faster. If it weren’t for Luke moving at a snail’s pace, I would’ve been here sooner.

The thought of spending the night with Georgia at her place had me running through the grocery store.

Something else that also slowed me down—I’m pretty sure every single person in town was at the store tonight and offered me unsolicited baby advice. Of course, it seemed like half the advice contradicted the other half. My head is swimming by the time I finally pay for everything for Georgia and head her way.

At least I’m not stopped by the sheriff for speeding, because I’m pushing it. Who can blame a man when he has someone like Georgia waiting for him?

Cruising into her driveway, I throw the truck in park and grab the paper bag from the front seat and dash inside, where I stop dead in my tracks.

“Holy fuck.”

Georgia is sitting on the counter with her legs crossed in a pair of skimpy black shorts and a sleeveless white crop top. Her hair is freshly tousled and she’s wearing a light coat of makeup.

“Took you long enough.”

I set the bags behind her and step between her legs. “I didn’t realize I was being timed.”

“Maybe next time I should text you to give you a heads-up that there’s a horny pregnant woman waiting for you.”

“That’s a text I want to get.” I drag my finger along the neckline of her top, pushing it off her shoulder. “Which begs my next question.”

I press a kiss to the soft skin there.

“What’s that?” she whispers.

“Are you more hungry or horny?”

I step even closer, rocking into her to let her know how she’s making me feel.

“Definitely horny, Grant. Sex first, then dinner.”

“Thank fuck.”

I crush my mouth against hers, fisting my hand in her hair as our tongues fight for control. Her nails dig into my biceps as I cradle her to me. I slide a hand up and over her bump before finding her bare breasts.

I play with her nipples as she rocks into me.

“That feels so good,” she purrs. “Keep doing that.”

“How about this?” I ask.

I whip her shirt off over her head and capture the tight bud with my teeth. Flicking my tongue over it, I play with her nipple, exactly as she loves. Her fingers tighten in my hair as she moves me over to lave her other breast with attention.