Her cheek pressed against the floor and she stared at the wall with the rigid, full-body focus of a woman trying to convince a room that she was simply lying there casually and had not been watching with her mouth slightly open for the last several minutes.
He chuckled.
The sound came from deep in his chest, low and warm.
He reached back.
His hand found her ankle.
She felt it and made a sound — "No—" — and started to move backward on the floor, her palms pressing against the wood.
He pulled.
The drag was smooth and immediate — her body sliding across the floor toward him, her pregnant belly lifting slightly from the surface as she moved, her boobs bouncing once from the motion of the pull, her dark hair spreading behind her.
"Wait — WAIT—"
