Running Away with Alpha's Baby Bump
Maybe this was the only thing that made sense.
She rose onto her toes.
The first kiss wasn’t gentle. It was a collision, heat meeting heat, storm meeting fire. Kael’s mouth claimed hers like he’d been waiting for this longer than he’d ever admit. Her hands slid up his chest, gripping the fabric at his shoulders, pulling him down harder.
Kael groaned into her mouth, a sound low and rough, vibrating against her skin. His hand tightened slightly at her nape, not enough to hurt, just enough to tell her she wasn’t imagining the way his restraint frayed with every heartbeat.