Seventeen

Dimitri’s POV

Pregnancy suited her, I thought as she glared at me, temporarily speechless with rage.

Valeria, always curvaceous, had become more filled out. Her breasts were noticeably fuller. Not even the very formal long sleeved shirt she wore today could conceal that fact. I wished we were in a less formal setting, that she was wearing one of those clingy dinner gowns that showed some skin and cleavage. I wanted to see her body for myself, instead of imagining what it looked like. It had been so long since I had her naked, beneath me, so long since I had held her in my arms. I missed those times.

I wanted her back in my bed. My breathing grew harsher. My palms grew sweaty. More than anything, I wanted to take the few steps that would close the distance between us and kiss her lush lips. Then I would make short work of her buttons, baring her breasts, weighing them in my hands. I actually found myself leaning forward a little, but I stopped myself in time. It would probably be w