“They’re bigger,” he said with a grin, as if he’d just discovered something naughty.

“Yes, and we’ve already discussed that fact.”

“I like them.”

“Typical male.”

“That’s me.” He lightly brushed his thumbs over her ni**les.

Her whole pelvis clenched as he continued to caress her. She felt herself swelling in anticipation.

“That feels great.”

“Good.”

He continued to touch her br**sts as he leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. Soft, slow, damp kisses that made her break out in goose bumps all over.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “You always have been, but with the baby, there’s a glow about you.”

He nibbled on her jaw before moving to her ear and taking her lobe in his mouth.

“I want you,” he breathed.

The erotic words, the feel of his breath on her skin all made her melt. She trembled with need and hunger. She wanted to urge him on, to hurry him to the next step and at the same time, she wanted this to last forever.

“Oh, Cal,” she whispered as she leaned into him. “You always did know how to set me on fire.”

He raised his head and they kissed. A slow, deep kiss that made her cling to him. Tongues brushed, circled, teased. Lips pressed. He dropped his hands to her hips and urged her closer, only her stomach was in the way.

She broke the kiss, glanced down at her belly and laughed. “Okay. We have a small problem.”

“We’ll work around it,” he said. “Come on.”

With that he took her hand and led her toward his bedroom. Once there, he reached for the button on her jeans.

“Why don’t you take care of you,” she said. “I can undress myself.”

“But I like taking your clothes off.”

“I like you naked more.”

“I can live with that.”

He went to work on his shirt, while she removed her shoes and socks. In a matter of thirty or forty seconds, they were both naked.

He pulled back the covers and she slid onto the cool sheets. It was still the middle of the afternoon. Sunlight poured into the room, leaving her no comfortable shadows in which to hide. For the first time in her pregnancy, she felt large and unwieldy.

She knew that in theory she could make love until the last month, but in practice…

“What?” he asked as he moved next to her. “You’re looking scrunchy.”

“Scrunchy? What does that mean?”

“You’re thinking. Never a good thing.”

“I’m worried about this being awkward.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, then smiled. “See, that’s the difference between men and women. You’re concerned that we might have to make some changes and I won’t like that. While I’ve been fantasizing about you on top, my hands on your br**sts and you having your way with me.”

He painted a very vivid image that she could totally get behind. Her insides tightened at the thought of them making love that way.

“Okay. We’ll do it your way.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He kissed her. She parted for him instantly, wanting to feel the pleasure he could bring her body. Even as his tongue claimed her, he slid his hand along her bare side, over the curve of her hip, to her thigh.

She rolled onto her back and let her legs fall open. He moved between her thighs, lightly brushed her center, then rubbed her other leg.

“You’ve completely missed the point,” she murmured against his mouth.

“No. I get the point.” He pressed his erection into her leg. “I’m taking it slow. Relax. We have all afternoon. Now where was I?”

But instead of picking up where he’d left off, which had been torturing her by not touching her, he shifted his hand to her br**sts.

He caressed her curves, moving closer to her ni**les without actually touching them. He circled and circled until she thought she might go mad with wanting. Finally he touched the tight tip and she felt ribbons of fire race through her.

“Good?” he asked as he kissed his way down her neck.

“Excellent.”

“I aim to please.”

He shifted so he could take one nipple in his mouth. She gave herself over to the gentle sucking, the flick of his tongue. Heat poured through her. She felt herself melting. Between her legs, her blood pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

He moved closer, touching, kissing, licking until she could barely catch her breath. Need built inside of her—a restless energy that begged to be released.

He slipped his hand between her legs and this time he slid his fingers through her damp curls and rubbed her hungry flesh. She arched against him and cried out as he found that single point of pleasure.

As he rubbed her, touching her, circling, then brushing right against that spot, she felt him press his hardness into her thigh. His need increased her own. She needed more.

“Faster,” she whispered. “Harder.”

He obliged with a readiness that earned her gratitude. His fingers moved over her slick, swollen center in a rhythm designed to send her over the edge.

She drew up her knees and parted her legs. Her heels dug into the bed, while her whole body arched in anticipation of her climax. Suddenly her mind filled with the image of her on top of him, feeling him inside of her while she came. Once planted, the idea wouldn’t be ignored. She put her hand on his wrist.

“I want to be on top.”




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