Page 16 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)

I’m dreaming of rain. Warm and soft and slow. My skin tingles. My thighs twitch. My belly feels heavy because it is. Thirty-four weeks heavy, to be exact. This baby is all Reed. Big. Demanding. Perfect.

Something stirs at the edge of my sleep. A hand, rough and wide, palms my swollen belly, then moves lower, grazing the underside, then lower still.