Page 105 of Unbreakable Thread

Those hips sway slowly toward me. The second she opens the shower door, I lift her in my arms. The warmth of her bare skin against mine sends chills through my body.

“Took long enough.” My mouth devours hers in an instant. Our tongues clash, and I taste strawberry on my lips. Her breath catches, a small sound that vibrates against my lips as her fingers find their way to the nape of my neck, pulling me closer into the dizzy heat between us. She sucks on my tongue, and I roll my thumb on her swollen breasts up to her engorged, sensitive nipples. Leaving her mouth, I trail it down to the pulsing of her neck, gripping the slopes of her waist. With our height difference, I bend slightly to lick her breast, taking one into my mouth, her head falls, gripping my shoulder. “You have nice tits,” I say.

“How many women have you said that to?” she asks.

I want to laugh, but I don’t. I know better. I did some reading about pregnancy, so I can be of more help to her, and one thing I read was that hormones are all over the place during pregnancy. Reddit had a thread about it. Men posted how their women are feisty, aroused easily, emotional, and aggressive. I don’t mind any of those. I like my woman a little feisty. Makes my dick hard.

She knows there’s no one like her. If her insecurities are getting the best of her, I’ll always assure her. I take hold of the other breast and bring it to my mouth. I suck so hard, she moans. “Only you, and it will always be just you.” My mouth brushes down to her stomach, where I blow kisses. “Scoot back, corazón. Lean your back on the tile.” When she does, I drape her legs over my shoulder, steadying her. “Atta girl,” I praise.

I drag my lips along the inside of her thigh until my tongue lavishes inside her, working her open, driving her wild. “Dammit…it feels,” I tease and work her folds. “So good.” I know what she likes, what drives her to the height of ecstasy.

She rocks her hips, an implication that she wants more. I rub my thumb around her sensitive areas while my tongue lavishes her, sending her to the edge of oblivion. “Max,” she cries out.

I’ll do anything to keep her relaxed for the remainder of her pregnancy instead of wanting to claw my eyes out. I don’t mind. I love to please her and hear the moans that escape those perfectly shaped lips. I groan, tasting her release on my lips. It’s the pleasure that I did this to her—lust-filled eyes and pink cheeks.

“Better?” I ask. “You’ve been studying for hours. I figured you need to release some of that tension.”

“I do.” She laughs. “Thank you. Studying always makes me tired.” She gets on her tiptoes and works the lavender-scented shampoo into my hair with fingers that move in small, practiced circles against my scalp, her touch firm yet gentle as the suds build and cascade down my temples. “I know it’s the pregnancy… Tell me. What can I do for you?”

“You’re doing it,” I tell her while closing my eyes, rinsing the shampoo off. Her soapy hands run circles on my chest. “Your touch is all I need.”

“Really? Because your hard-on on my leg is telling me something else.”

“I can’t help it if your soft hands are all over me. It turns me on, and besides, I can still taste you.”

Her hands move lower and lower. Fuck.

I push her hand away. “I’m saving myself.”

She snorts, then laughs, her cheeks stretching with a smile. “For what?”

“Tonight.”

“What’s tonight?” Sol asks, turning around while I wash her back.

Now I’m reconsidering my thoughts about saving it for later, with her round ass too close.

“Let’s go out to dinner, then to your place to be alone.” So I can do sinful things to you, I would like to add. “I don’t need my dad hearing the frame banging the walls and our screams.”

“It’s going to be just as hard when the baby is born, and we have more kids.”

“Exactly, let’s fuck like rabbits now, until the baby is born.”

“What about your dad? He can’t stay here alone.”

“Sure, he can. He will be fine. He has Daisy, and we will only be gone for a few hours.”

“Okay…” She’s quiet while I wash her hair. “Max, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, tesoro, you can ask me anything.”

“I sent for one of those DNA kits to get history of my family. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner. I can’t wait for the results to learn more. But I wanted to ask if you could help find out where they are buried.” She turns to me, and her eyes soften when she peers up at me.

“It’s already been done, mi amor. I did some research of my own to find them for you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She frowns.

“Because, for one, while we were apart, I was working on finding out, so when you were ready, I’d have it for you. I didn’t want to present it to you if it wasn’t what you wanted.”