His breath was warm against her hair, his chest resting against her back, one of his arms wrapped protectively around her belly and their baby.

She shifted slightly. Her thighs were really aching now, and he groaned softly behind her.

“Don’t move yet,” he murmured. “I like this too much.”

“We smell like sex,” she said into his skin.

“We do,” he agreed without shame.

Her stomach growled softly, but before she could say anything, Luca shifted behind her, kissed her ...