The warmth from Heath’s lips trailed down her neck as he carefully undressed her, kissing every bit of flesh as it was exposed. Chelsea lay on her back, her eyes closed, as she focused on his touch. She couldn’t keep her hands off of him either. His shirt was off, and the feel of his rippling abs beneath her fingers ignited a fire deep within her, one only he could extinguish.
He was so gentle, so careful, especially around the small mound of stomach that housed their child. Once he had her down to her bra and panties, and Heath was only wearing his briefs, he lay down next to her, his head resting on the pillow next to hers, and then tenderly guided her over so that she was leaning over him, on top and in control, which would be necessary considering her condition.
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