Bohannon growled softly. He eased his hands back to the small of her back and drew her up against him. Dipping down he caught her lips with his. Her swollen stomach didn't deter him at all.
The last woman he'd felt against him like this had been Lily Bell, there had been the Morman girl, but she'd just barely been a woman, and had kept her dress on the entire time. His hands drifted, ever so slightly against the upper most curve of her backside. His breath hitched.