"Tara..." Liam Yancey slightly pulled away from her lips, his own still grazing the corner of her mouth, his breathing a bit heavy.
Staring at the woman's rosy face and dazed eyes, his lower abdomen felt so tight it was about to burst. His voice hoarse, he said, "It's best not to provoke things... when you're pregnant."
"Hehe..." Tara Summer chuckled, wrapping her arms around the man's neck and planting a firm kiss on his lips, her eyes seductively enchanting, "I'm really in good health right now, truly very good."
As she spoke, her face turned even redder.
Tara's words were undoubtedly a hint to him, and she even stressed twice that she was "really in good health." How could Liam Yancey not catch the hint?
His body grew increasingly tense. Not having touched her for seven months had already pushed him to the limit, and now, gazing upon the seductive allure of the woman beneath him, his body throbbed with a painful swelling.
