This baby was a little furnace inside of her. Tanya fanned herself with one hand and pulled at the neckline of her dress with the other. She almost laughed out loud at the action, but not because she was amused. Oh no! More like mortified because she’d referred to the garment as a dress when a tent was a more apt description.
Looking down, she huffed out a breath when she realized that she couldn’t see her feet. Not even the tips of her toes. Not freaking fair. Her feet were the only part of her body that she could still call her own. By now most women had swollen sausages for toes. She still didn’t, at least she didn’t think so. Impossible to tell from this angle.
She looked at herself in the full length gold gilded mirror. Real freaking gold. Tanya had been with her kings for going on a year now and she still had to pinch herself at times. Her glaring reflection brought her back from her thoughts, boobs about the size of overblown balloons, her hips and thighs were definitely more pronounced. Tanya moved to the side and let out a small moan, her butt was much rounder and her stomach…oh boy…it was a doozy. The only small consolation was that it was to be expected. Aside from the obvious reason, namely a bun in the old oven, Brant and Zane were just so freaking huge that it stood to reason that their son would be hefty as well.
Her lips curled into a smile and she couldn’t help but to rub her belly in a big lazy circle. As if in answer, her little boy gave an almighty kick that had her breaking out into an all out grin. Her butt, her thighs, the stretch marks that were sure to follow as she entered the last few weeks of her pregnancy, none of it mattered, not even just a little, tiny bit. The growing life inside of her was the most important thing ever.
Right now though—she wiped a hand across her damp brow—her little one might just cause his mom to self combust. Tanya peeled the tent dress over her head. Note to self, she was so going maternity shopping for more sexy attire. So what if she was big, her boys still loved each and every curve she had.
Whoever said a heavily pregnant woman couldn’t be sexy had lied. She might not really feel sexy right now, but what was that age old saying?…Fake it till you make it. Her new motto till she got her body back.
Moving closer to the open window, she sighed as the cool breeze caught her skin. Just as she began to think about taking a nice cool shower to really bring her temp down, the door creaked behind her. This was followed by a long, deep rumble that had goose bumps rising on her skin and her toes curling into the thick woolen carpet under her feet.
His voice was so damned sexy. She loved it when Zane growled at her like that. His deep baritone thick with arousal.
The growl was followed by another louder, grittier version that came out sounding menacing instead of arousing. She swung around to take in his tense shoulders and deep frown. “You shouldn’t be standing at the window half naked. Any of the males could look up and see you.”
Her lip twitched, he was so cute when he was being all possessive. “No one is going to look up and even if they did, it’s not like a heavily pregnant woman is anything worth looking at in the first place.”
There was another rumble from somewhere deep inside him as his eyes slid over her. “That’s where you are wrong, sweetness.” He shook his head and licked his lips. “There is nothing more arousing than my female ripe with child.” His eyes were heavily hooded, she could see how his pupils had dilated. “From the roundness of your belly to the heavy curve of your breasts.”
Her nipples tightened as his eyes moved from one breast to the other. If her nubs grew any harder she was sure that she might just poke his eyes out even though he was still standing on the far side of the room.