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“Yes,” I said on an exhale, pushing off the floor with one hand to lift the other into the air. Only to find that Enzo was facing me, watching me.

He was supposed to turn outward, but he hadn’t. Our eyes were level, and his gaze swept over me.

“Your form is very…remarkable as well.”

Another inhale together. Then an exhale. Who knew exercise could be so erotic?

The next pose was trickier and I did my best to hold it, but my arms were tired. I wobbled and then lost my balance. Before I knew what was happening, Enzo and I were tangled up on the floor, me on top of him.

“Mm. I like this position much better.” He smirked.

So did I. My breasts were crushed to his chest, legs straddling his tattooed torso.

“As long as I’m not hurting the baby.” His gaze turned questioning, and he held me lightly as if afraid to crush me.

I shook my head. “You—this—it’s not going to hurt the baby or me.”

He cupped the back of my neck, his eyes intent on my lips as he applied gentle pressure. “Vieni qui.”

Come here.

I didn’t fight him, allowing him to guide me down to his lips. My breathing was ragged, my nipples brushing against his bare chest with every inhalation. He held my gaze, and I silently begged him to kiss me. To take me.

The words from our first time together were on the tip of my tongue. And I found myself chanting them, as if reciting a mantra. Ti voglio. Ti voglio. Ti voglio.

I didn’t realize I’d said it aloud until Enzo’s lips tilted into a smile. “Ti voglio anch’io.”

I want you too.

He brushed his lips against mine, his touch surprisingly gentle. The kiss built slowly as we rediscovered each other, but it quickly turned heated. His hands were on my waist and in my hair. And then he was stripping off my sports bra, flipping us so he was on top.

He peeled off my pants and underwear, his eyes roaming my naked form. The past few months, I’d felt sick and bloated, but in this moment, I felt powerful. Beautiful.

“Perfetta,” he said, the word an echo of that first time in Bali. His hand was on my stomach, his eyes on mine. And for a moment, our gazes held, and something unspoken passed between us.

We’d created a life together. A baby. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, the enormity of the moment washing over me. I was pregnant. With this man’s baby. And he wanted me.

He bent forward so our foreheads were touching. “Uccellina,” he whispered. “Questo è un bellissimo regalo. Grazie.”

I placed my hand over his, our hands covering my stomach. “It is a beautiful gift, isn’t it?”

He nodded, and then he kissed me again. This time a little harder, a little more insistent. I got the impression he was trying to be gentle with me, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I raked my fingernails down his back, and he bucked his hips.

“I don’t want gentle,” I said, licking my lips. “I want you.”

I writhed against him, and he reached between us to play with my clit. I was already so turned on from the past week that it didn’t take much to bring me to climax. The way he continued strumming my bundle of nerves had me alternating between panting and giggling, my orgasm relaxing me more than the yoga ever had.

When he went to grab a condom from his pocket, I said, “I’m clean. Are you?”

Condoms had failed us before, and there was no point using them now—at least not as a method of birth control.

His lips parted, then he said, “Yes. I had a physical when I joined the Leatherbacks. Not that I would’ve needed to be tested because there’s only been you.”

I blinked a few times, stunned.

“You really find that so hard to believe?” he asked, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“I’m just surprised, that’s all. A man like you…”