Page 88 of What a Lord Wants

“A baby, Eve.” He wanted to reassure her but found himself warming with fatherly pride at his own words. “Ourbaby. How could I not want that?”

She searched his face, asking hesitantly, “So you’re not upset?”

He gathered her into his arms and held her tightly against him, burying his face against her shoulder. “I’ve never been happier in my life.”

“Me, too,” she whispered.

He cupped her cheek against his palm and searched her eyes. “Truly?”

She nodded. “Except…”

His chest tightened when she lowered her eyes. The disappointment in her was so strong that it was tangible. He prompted, “Except?”

“That I can’t make love to you.”

The realization of why she was refusing him slammed into him. Not because she didn’t forgive him, not that she didn’t want him—he wanted to laugh with happiness! His chest swelled with relief even as her face fell with disappointment.

“Oh, but you can.” He reached down to untie her wrapper and spread it open.

She trembled and protested weakly despite the quickening of her breath, “But I’m with child.”

He grinned at her as he took her night rail and pulled it up her legs. “I know.”

She puzzled at that but didn’t stop him, not even when he slipped his hand between her thighs to tenderly caress her. A soft whimper of need fell from her lips.

“It’s possible for a woman to make love even when she’senceinte,” he informed her rakishly as he teased at her folds.

Her arms tightened around his neck as her arousal grew. “It is?”

He bit back a chuckle at her hopefulness. “Very much so.”Sweet Lucifer, she was already wet and hot against his fingers. “In fact, I’ve heard that beingenceintemakes a woman quite enthusiastic for her husband.”

He strummed his thumb over the hard little bead at her core, and low moan of pleasure tore from her. “Oh, it does…”

Hiding his grin by kissing her, he slipped two fingers into her warm core and groaned when all those tiny muscles inside her clamped eagerly around him. She panted beneath him, her bottom wriggling against the counterpane as her body begged for more.

He’d wanted to take his leisurely time with her tonight, to show her tenderly and affectionately how much she meant to him. But his resolve vanished with each moan of aching desire that came from her, each hot shiver of wanton excitement. She had him stiff as steel already, and even reaching between them to unfasten his fall and free his cock did little to ease his discomfort.

“But if you’re worried we’ll hurt the baby…” He withdrew his fingers from her warmth.

A plaintive cry sounded from her lips at the loss of him.

He took her by the hips and rolled over onto his back, bringing her up on top of him, to straddle his hips. “We can do it like this.”

The surprise in her eyes melted into a knowing gleam. She leaned over to outline his lips with the tip of her tongue in a wickedly sultry kiss that left him panting.

“Oh yes, like this.” Resting her left palm on his chest for balance, she lifted her hips and reached between them with her other hand to clasp his cock and guide him between her legs. She nestled his aching head into her silky folds, then slowly lowered herself, taking him inside her tight warmth to the hilt. “Oh yes!”

For a moment, she stilled, closing her eyes and doing nothing more than sitting perched on top of him, absorbing the sensation of having him inside her again. Unable to resist touching her, he cupped her breasts through the thin cotton of the night rail and teased at her nipples that had already puckered into tight little buds.

Her eyes opened, and she stared down at him with a look of such love and desire that it hit it him like a punch. Then she began to move, her gaze fixed to his. At first, she gave only a small rocking of her hips over his, slow and controlled, so incredibly sweet.

But then she sped up. The slow rocking became a full gallop as she rode him hard. Her knees clenched against his sides and her hands clutched at his shoulders for leverage. He grabbed the neck of her night rail and yanked it down to expose her breasts, jiggling gloriously before his eyes.

“Dom,” she moaned softly, arching her back as his hands kneaded at her fullness.

She was insatiable and so sensitive that every touch he gave her drew a gasp of pleasure from her. She quivered around him as she drove toward her release, bringing him deliciously along with her. He lifted onto his elbows beneath her, angling up his body so that every rollicking thrust she took now pressed her clit against his hard abdomen and shot pleasure through her.

“Oh that’s wonderful…that’s so—so—Dom!”