“Let them look.” He kissed her neck, breathing in her scent. “They’re probably wondering if you’re ready to drop.”
“Pfft, I’ve got another couple of months yet.”
He ran his hands over her stomach, loving everything. Life, his wife, his child, their town, their pack. All of it.
After nearly losing it all, there was no way he was going to let anything go, not ever again.
“Why don’t we skip the fireworks?” he asked.
“What do you have in mind?”
He pressed his teeth against her neck, nipping at her flesh before sliding his tongue across a path with a promise of what was to come.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said.
Hand-in-hand, they left the fair, heading home. He intended to spend the entire day making love to his wife.
The End