Louis POV
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Four days later...
I felt horrible.
My face was buried in her neck, and I could feel her erratic pulse against my cheek. I ran my fingers down her waist and splayed them across her stomach, holding her to me as I pressed a gentle kiss in the crease in her neck.
She was breathing so hard I was starting to worry she wasn't getting enough air in. I pushed up to hover over her as her chest rose and fell rapidly while she turned into her back.
The space between my eyebrows knitted into a frown as I looked her over. My beautiful Josie. What had I done?
"Are you okay?"
She was grinning. During, she'd let out moans I'd never even heard before. Screams of pleasure that had soared straight through me. Everything about her relaxed body right now screamed that she was satiated and content. She was obviously more than okay, but I still had to ask.
Her fingers ran over me eagerly, as she shook her head at me. "You just made love to me like crazy and," she paused for a breath, "a-and you're asking if I'm okay?"
One minute we were lying in bed. I was stroking her belly. She was practically radiating—talking about the baby. Our baby girl on the way. Rambling. How excited she was.
The next, I was grabbing at her in an attempt to desperately scrub another baby from my mind.
We'd stripped each other, I'd turned her over, and I buried myself deep inside her without a second thought. Doggy style.
"You just awakened places in me I didn't even know were asleep." Her hands were roaming across my body suggestively before the words even left her mouth. She wanted a round two, but I couldn't do it.
"I can't, Jo," I whispered.
Regrettably, my body wasn't doing anything but contradicting what I was saying. Loving her touch. Wanting to be back inside her. She raised her eyes in question when she felt how hard I was against her.
She pulled my face down to press a soft kiss to my mouth, and I couldn't help the moan that emitted from the back of my throat. I was this close to burying myself back inside of her when she pulled away suddenly to look me in the eyes.
"What's wrong?"
I shook my head and she lifted a hand to my face, caressing my cheek, running a finger over my lips. "Hey, talk to me."
Anger rose inside of me. I didn't want to talk about her. I didn't even want to think about her. Especially with Josie looking up at me, naked and vulnerable. I lowered my hand to touch her stomach as I bent down and took her lips again.
I didn't want that baby, I wanted this one.
Without warning, I pushed back inside of her. I felt her pleasured gasp as she moved her hands to my behind, pawing and trying to pull me deeper. She moaned in protest when I didn't find myself moving, just kissing her harder.
I slowly pushed all the way in.
"Louis," she whimpered into my lips, squirming underneath me.
