She reaches up and pulls my head down to kiss me hungrily again.

“You must be feeling better,” I say with a laugh. “I’ve heard a rumor about pregnant women and hormones. I don’t know if it’s true.”

“What’s the rumor?”

“That once the morning sickness leaves, you’ll be horny all the time.”

“It’s true, so it’s a good thing you’re here. Leaving a horny, pregnant woman all to her lonesome can be a very bad thing.”

“I’m here now and I’m all yours, darling. To do with me as you will.”

She laughs and takes my hand.

I love seeing her relaxed and carefree. I knew all along the real Lila was deep down in there somewhere, just waiting to come out and let me love her.

When we step inside the house, she leads me to the kitchen.

“Are you hungry?” she asks. “I made lasagna.”

“Hungry for you,” I say, caressing her ass with my hand. She’s already gaining weight and I love her new curves. “I need a shower first. I came straight from work.”

She leans into me and buries her nose in my shirt.

“You smell like a man, and I’m sure as hell not complaining. But if you insist, I’ll get you a clean towel.”

I follow her into the bathroom where she hands me a thick yellow towel. Instead of stepping out, she stands there leaning against the door. She smiles when I reach around to tug the shirt over my head.

“Do you have some kind of a kinky thing for shirts?” I ask curiously.

“Maybe,” she says slowly. “I’m definitely developing a kinky thing since I met you. But it’s not about the shirt.”

I don’t have a clue what she’s talking about. I drop the shirt on the floor and unfasten my belt. Grabbing the buckle end, I pull it out through the loops quickly and double it up in my hand. I start to toss it on the floor too when I look over and catch the hazy look in her eyes.

Whoa!

She’s turned on by something.

The belt?

I slap it hard against my other hand and she jumps.

“Sam?” she asks hesitantly. “What are you thinking? Don’t you dare.”

She starts backing out of the bathroom when I move toward her.

“I saw something flicker in your eyes,” I say. “Come here, Lila. You’ve been a bad girl.”

She looks at me wide-eyed and shakes her head. “Oh hell no, you don’t,” she says before she turns and runs. She makes a mad dash for the bedroom and reaches the far side of the bed. I lunge for her, and she jumps up on the bed and rolls over to the other side. The king-sized bed is between us now, but I’ve blocked her escape out of the room.