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Once the realization set in, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward slightly and breathing her in.
Desi stiffened against him and he froze, ready to apologize. But she didn’t push him away. Instead, her hands came to rest on his shoulders, then slid slowly up his neck so that her fingers could tangle in his hair.
Desire shot through him at the first touch of her hands, and he leaned forward even more, until he closed the last scant inch between her stomach and his lips.
She groaned at his mouth on her skin, but again she didn’t push him away. Instead she pulled him closer, her body arching against his as her fingers tightened in his hair. He’d read in one of the pregnancy manuals he’d picked up that women’s hormones went crazy during pregnancy, which often caused a spike in their libido. If that was what was happening now, he didn’t want to take advantage of it, even though his whole body ached with the need to touch her, to kiss her, to slide inside her welcoming heat and feel her clench around him.
But at the same time, he didn’t want to leave her like this, either. He could feel her arousal in the way she was moving restlessly against him, could hear it in the soft sounds of distress she was making in the back of her throat. Could smell it in the sexy warmth of her skin.
“Let me make you feel good,” he whispered against her skin as he skimmed his lips across her belly. “Just that. Nothing else.”
“Yes,” she said, her head falling back against the cabinet with a light thump. “Please, Nic. I need—”
He clamped a gentle hand over her mouth, not because he didn’t want to hear the words of need pouring out, but because they were building his own arousal, making him hotter and harder than he’d been since the last time he’d had Desi’s body pressed against his own. And no matter how much he wanted to make love to her right now, her words from the other night—her rules—were fresh in his head.
He didn’t mind bending the rules to make her feel good, but until she told him otherwise, sex was off the table. Which would have sucked completely if he didn’t at least get the benefit of watching Desi climax. She was so beautiful, so hot, so gorgeous when she came, and he’d missed seeing it more than he should have if all she’d been to him was a one-night stand.
But there was time enough to deal with that later, to try to figure out where they were going from here and how everything would end up. Right now…right now all he wanted was to get his mouth on Desi and to hear her call his name as she came.
With that thought in mind, he pressed soft kisses in a straight line up from her abdomen. When her tank top got in his way, he pulled it off with a growl and flung it over his shoulder. And there she was, soft, sun-kissed skin and full, heavy breasts. Dark pink nipples peeking between strands of long blond hair.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he looked up at her. “You’re so damn beautiful, Desi.”
She was looking back down at him, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. She blushed at his words, turned away, but he caught her chin in his hand and gently brought her gaze back down to his.
“Don’t hide from me,” he told her, underscoring his words with a soft bite to the underside of her breast.
She moaned, her eyes going blurry, and he almost lost it. Almost turned her around, bent her over the counter and took her as he’d dreamed of too many times in the past five months.
But that wasn’t what she needed right now—wasn’t what either of them needed—and so he tamped down the wildness inside himself and concentrated on her instead. Just her.
The changes in her body were more evident now that she was naked, her stomach round, her breasts full and swollen, her nipples bright pink and hard as rubies. She was still tan, golden, but for the first time he could see blue veins running beneath the delicate skin of her breasts.
They made her seem so fragile, so delicate, and he forced himself to be gentle as he cupped her breasts in his hands. She gasped, and he asked, “Are they sore?” before leaning in to trace the upper curves with his tongue. “The books say—”
“They’re okay. A little sensitive, but if you’re gentle—”
Her breath broke as he licked his way closer and closer to her nipple. Tiny, tender strokes of his tongue meant to both soothe and inflame. He took his time, was as slow and gentle as he knew how to be as he relearned her body after all the long months without her. He kissed and licked and lapped at her, learning every inch—every centimeter—of her breasts all over again.
It took only a couple of minutes before Desi was thrashing against him, her beautiful body trembling with need as she clutched at his back, his shoulders, his hair. He loved the way her hands felt on him, loved even more the way she responded to him. The way she held nothing back. The way she gave him everything.
He wanted to do that for her. Wanted to give her everything. Wanted to make her feel so good that even when this was over, even when she was away from him, she wouldn’t remember all her reasons for why they shouldn’t be together.
He wanted her to want him—to need him—the same way he needed her.
“Nic, please.” She trembled against him, then bucked and arched as she tried to coax him into giving her what she wanted.
He laughed and pulled his mouth completely away, but stayed close enough that she could still feel his breath on her nipple. She moaned in response, grabbing his head in her hands and tangling her fingers in his hair as she tried to pull him back to her breast.
“Don’t tease me,” she pleaded.
“Baby, I haven’t begun to tease you.” He curled his tongue around her areola and sucked it into his mouth hard enough to have her gasping.
“Too much?” he asked, immediately softening the pressure. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
“No! Please. I’m so close. I’m—” She broke off as he stripped her pajama pants down her legs and tossed them aside. “Take me,” she said. “Please, Nic, I want to feel you.”
“I’m right here,” he told her, kissing his way down to her firm, round stomach. The noises she was making, the things she was saying—they were revving him up, making it harder for him to be careful. Harder for him to take his time.
