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Grabbing her hand, I lead her up the stairs, each step echoing the beating of my heart. When we reach the door, I pause, taking a deep breath before opening it and stepping inside, tugging her gently by the hand.
The room is cozy and smells faintly of her—lavender and sensuality.
Turning to face her, I pull her close again, and all the unspoken emotions between us swirl in the air, like a promise of what’s to come.
I take a moment to drink her in, the way she looks at me with so much trust and something else, something deeper. My hand trembles slightly as I cup her cheek, my thumb tracing over her soft skin.
"Gabs, sweetheart. I'd be kicking myself for eternity if I don't say it." I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Truth is, I'm shit without you. And I know I don't deserve you. But if you give me a chance, I swear I'll do everything in my power to make it up to you and be the man you deserve."
She looks at me with tears in her eyes, but a small smile on her lips. "I've been waiting for you to wise up, Jacob Walker."
"Took me long enough. Honestly, I still don't know if I'm wise enough yet. Because all I can think about is making love to you right now."
She laughs, a beautiful sound that fills the room. "Well then, Mr. Walker, I think you should stop thinking and start doing."
And with that, she pulls me toward her, sealing our lips in a passionate kiss that ignites every inch of my body.
Slowly, carefully, I reach for the hem of her shirt, my fingers brushing her skin. My hands freeze as I look into her pine-green eyes.
"Is this okay?" I ask softly, needing her to know that she's in control.
Her hands cover mine, guiding me to lift the fabric over her head. "Yes," she breathes, her gaze searching mine. "It's more than okay."
I slide the jersey over her head and let it drop to the floor, revealing that special shimmer in her eyes. Her maternity jeans, however, are going to require a little more finesse.
I chuckle softly. "These bad boys have some serious engineering."
"Stop analyzing and start removing, Jacob," she teases.
I get to work, gently unbuttoning and easing the jeans down her hips, savoring the feel of her warm skin under my hands. As the denim pools at her feet, I take my time, kissing along her collarbone, her shoulders, and down to her waist.
Her breath hitches with each touch, and it's pure music to my ears.
Then, finally, I find myself kneeling, my lips brushing against her rounded belly. I plant a tender kiss on her pregnant stomach.
She runs her fingers through my hair, and I look up to see her eyes shining with love and something magical that I can't quite put into words.
Just as I move to slide the straps of her cotton bra off her shoulders, I notice a blush creeping up from her neck to her cheeks, her demeanor shifting into a shyness that tugs at my heart.
I pause and look into her eyes, finding a warmth there that matches the heat in my chest.
“Hey,” I whisper, brushing my fingers against her cheek. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
She looks down, biting her lip, and I can’t help but smile. “Gabi." I exhale. "You’re fucking breathtaking. Your soft skin. Those eyes that drive me wild—you’re the very definition of sensuous.”
I gently coax her chin up with a finger, ensuring she sees the adoration in my eyes. “Every single inch of you is a masterpiece."
I continue to slowly, reverently, slide her bra down, my gaze never leaving hers. She shivers, but it’s not from the cold.
I let my hands travel down her sides to her panties, slipping my fingers under the fabric.
“You don’t ever need to hide from me,” I assure her. “You’re my everything.”
Gabi’s breath is shaky, but she nods, letting out a small, shy smile. I lean in and place a feather-light kiss on her lips before pulling back to catch my breath.
My hands move to my own clothes—a white T-shirt and gray sweats, both a little worse for wear but currently the least of my concerns.
Just as I start to tug my shirt over my head, Gabi’s hands slip in to help, her fingers brushing against my skin. It feels like electricity, her touch firing up every nerve ending.
