Carlos's POV
"D—Don't say that!" Grace shouted, her hands flying to cover her flushed face in embarrassment. Then she seemed to remember her exposed breasts and quickly moved her hands to shield them instead.
I couldn't help but chuckle at how bashful she'd become, considering everything we'd already shared. Hell, she was carrying my child right now!
"What's with the sudden shyness? This isn't exactly uncharted territory for us," I said, placing my palms on her thighs and gently parting them.
Her knee-length skirt bunched up as I pushed it higher, revealing her panties underneath.
She was already soaked through the fabric. The hunger in her eyes told me she was just as desperate as I was to feel me inside her.
Yet I could see the conflict written across her face—shame mixing with desire. She'd never craved a man this intensely before.
Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones. Or maybe it was just me.
