Samantha told him, stalking into the room like a jungle cat. She’d watched from the doorway as he worked on hooking up the ceiling fan. “I never knew just how much your body had changed since we were last together until that day you changed my tire,” she groaned at the memory. “You don’t have the body of a boy anymore, do you, Jason?” she let her eyes look her fill of his taut stomach and pecs, down to where the V of his abdominals disappeared below a pair of green cargo pants. “No, I guess I don’t,” he responded, watching her devour him with her eyes as he took in the short black lace teddy she’d put on before starting her journey through the house to seduce him. “Your body’s changed, too,” he approached her, cautiously, his eyes dark with need. “Your breasts and hips—they’re,” he cleared his throat. “They’re incredible.” “Having a baby will do that to you,” she whispered, not wanting to admit that she was self conscious of the way her body was different from the last time they’d been together.
