Page 230 of A Second Dawn

“It also talks about heartburn and that eating plain yoghurt could help,” he says, as the hand on my belly glides a little higher. He hasn’t even touched my breasts yet and my nipples spring to life.

“Your horniness is likely to increase,” he continues, his mouth leaving wet kisses along my neck as his fingers trace circles over my bra-covered breast.

His touch sends heat straight to my core.

“Already there,” I moan.

The fire inside me demands to be fed. I’m seconds away from saying, “To hell with being overheard”.

I’m pretty sure Claudette got an earful many times already. And that’s with her bedroom at the other end of the house.

As soon as Tiero got the green light from Dr. Broad Back to resume bedroom activities, there’s been no stopping us.

Though the good doctor warned him not to do anything too strenuous. And Tiero being Tiero, it’s been hard for him to hold back.

“Good thing for me you’re mostly recovered.” I pull on his hair to bring him back to me and kiss him again and again and again.

I undo the button on his jeans and slide my hand over his hard cock. When I give it a squeeze, he hisses in pleasure. This man is always ready for me—I love it!

“Very good thing,” he mumbles and tucks the cups of my bra down. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

I couldn’t agree more. Flinging back the blanket, I rise to my knees, grab the hem of my sweater, and pull it over my head. My plaster came off the other day just in time for the Christmas season. Having had only one good arm to use sucked big time.

I throw the offending garment to the side and am about to take off Tiero’s when a strange fluttering sensation in my abdomen has me freeze on the spot. I cradle my belly, trying to determine if the flutter is what I think it is.

“What’s wrong?” Tiero asks, alarmed.

I close my eyes to shut out any distractions.

Nothing.

“Angel?” he asks again, his tone more insistent now.

And then it’s there again. My heart leaps.

My eyes shoot open. “Tiero,” I gasp, a tear rolling down my cheek. Clutching his hand, I guide it to my belly.

We sit in silence, waiting for something to happen. Once again, there’s nothing.

“Close your eyes,” I whisper. “That worked for me.”

He does, and I place my hand over his.

“Peanut moved. It’s the first time I felt it,” I whisper in awe. “At first I thought it was my stomach gurgling. But then it was more like a gentle flutter. It was amaz—”

Peanut kicks again, and Tiero’s breathing halts. A massive smile spreads over his face.

“Our baby,” he says, his eyes seeking mine.

He lays me flat on the sofa and slides down my body to rest his cheek on my stomach, talking softly in Italian to peanut.

At the sound of his voice, she kicks again. The smile Tiero gifts me with is blinding.

“He’s talking to me. He knows I’m his papa.” Tiero’s eyes sparkle with happiness.

And dear God, a brooding and dark Tiero is sexy as hell, but a happy and relaxed one? I’m going all gooey.

He kisses my belly reverently before sitting up on his knees and pulling his shirt over his head.