Page 119 of I Loved You First

She grabbed his hands, settling them back against her breasts. “I need to get out of these clothes. I need to take a shower.”

He raised his brow. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I won’t deny that I’m a little nervous. I don’t want to do anything that will jeopardize the pregnancy, but Dr. Miller said sex is okay, and we’ve been having pregnancy sex for weeks. We just didn’t know it.”

“That’s true, but we don’t have to.”

It was easy to see the concern in his eyes—to see that he was nervous, too. “I want to. I want you as much as you want me. Come take a shower with me.”

Nodding, he picked her up, walking down the hall and through her bedroom, closing them into the en suite and turning on the light.

She moaned as he set her down, pressing her up against the door.

He went after her neck with several kisses. “It feels like it’s been forever.”

She pulled his shirt up and off, tracing her hands over his excellent pecs, eager to get him undressed. “It does.”

He sent her top to join his on the floor, then pulled at the front clasp on her bra, staring at her breasts as he caressed her nipples to points. “They look different.”

She nodded. “They’re a bit fuller.”

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said, kissing and suckling gently.

She let her head fall back as she moaned, savoring the tingles of pleasure.

He ditched his shorts and boxers before he went after the button on her pants, taking her panties with them. Making quick work of opening the glass door and turning on the shower faucet, he pulled her in under the spray.

She gasped as the warming water hit them.

“It’ll be hot in here in just a second.”

She grinned as he did—as their hair became soaked under the cascade.

His smile faded as he slid his thumb along her bottom lip. “I missed this, Fi—being with you like this.”

She locked her wrists around the back of his neck, staring at the way the water webbed his lashes, accentuating the gorgeous color of his eyes. “I missed you, too.”

Mouths met again with more heat as his palms wandered down the sides of her waist and then her hips—as he slid his hand between her thighs and his fingers along sensitive skin already aching for him. “I missed touching you.”

Her breath shuddered in and out as he found her bud—as he teased her with gentle rubs.

“So slippery,” he whispered, sliding two fingers inside.

She moaned, letting her forehead rest against his chin. “That feels good.”

“Good.” But as he said so, he moved his fingers back to her bud, pressing circles against her. “Look at me.”

Whimpering as she did, she attacked his mouth with a fevered kiss as the delicious build started in her belly. She exhaled another shaky breath, tensing as he picked up his pace with a new rhythm. “Cam. Yes.”

Holding her gaze, he moved faster.

Her legs trembled now as her stomach shuddered. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop doing that.”

He clenched his jaw.

“Cam,” she fought to say as she tensed, shattering on a loud cry, throbbing against his busy fingers. “Now,” she said, still coming down. “I want you right now.”

Pushing her back the two steps to the corner of the cool tile, he lifted her leg, holding her thigh as he eased himself inside. “Fiona,” he groaned as he closed his eyes.