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"I love you." His hands drifted down, shaping and molding her stomach before cupping her sex. Her body arched, and she had to grip the sheets to anchor herself.

"I can't."

"You can. You have to. I want to release the tension you're holding on to." His clever fingers slid over her swollen flesh and had her crying out in shocked pleasure. "Take more." His fingers dipped into her warmth and had her exploding!

The climax sent her flying high and staying there, her mind a flash of color and light. Someone screamed, and she had no idea that she was on the point of delirium. His fingers continued to explore, driving her up again before she even had a chance to recover from the first battering. She felt as if her soul had joined in the fray. The sensation was so incredible, she could not believe it.

Daigo watched her, his own body to the point of exploding. He was filled with a desperate need that seemed impossible to contain. His need of her was so complete, so out of this world, he wondered that he did not devour her right here and now.

Waiting until she had drifted back down, he rose unsteadily and fumbled to remove his clothing. With his eyes on her face, his body so hot he felt as if he was running a temperature, he tossed the clothes aside and slid in behind her. Wrapping his hands around her thickened waist, he entered her slowly. Twisting her face around, she sought and found his lips, her body still shaking.

He tried to slow things down, told himself that he didn't want to hurt her. His initial idea had been to ease the tension and pain from her body, to give her some sort of ease. He had vowed to himself that no matter the temptation, he was going to stay away from her. He would rub her down, and that would be it.

He should have known that as soon as he touched her, there would be no turning back.

Swallowing her moans, he drove into her, his fingers spread over her belly, his body flushed with a desire that threatened to overwhelm. Sliding his hand down, he cupped her, his body jolting when she climaxed.

He followed her, his body shuddering as he poured himself into her, his heart thundering inside his chest, his body flushed.

It took him several minutes to drift back down to earth and to realize that he was still kissing her. That his tongue was still tangled with hers. That he was still tasting and savoring the sweetness of her breath. Lifting his mouth from hers, he turned her face so he could nuzzle her neck as he tried to control his breathing.

For several minutes, they did not speak, just contented to enjoy the incredible moment.

"That was some massage," she managed after a while, startling a low chuckle from him.

"I aim to please." Lifting a hand, he brushed the tendrils of hair from her neck. "How's your back?"

"Much better," she replied in surprise. "You really do have the magic touch."

"I really do." He continued to trail his fingers over her swollen belly. "I think they've settled down for the night."

"Don't be too sure." Placing her hand over his, she closed her eyes in utter contentment. "They've been waking me up at odd hours during the night."

He kissed the back of her neck and marveled that he was quite reluctant to stop touching her.

"We should get some sleep."

"We should." Taking his hand, she brought it to her lips. "Or not."

"Shelby-Anne-" He broke off with a groan when she started to move against him. "Oh, bloody hell!" he whispered. He was already hard, God help him.

Chapter 14

"I feel and look like a stuffed elephant." Shelby struggled to sit up straight, pressing her hand on her huge mound.

"Bitch, you're beautiful," Tammy pointed out, sipping her fruity cocktail through the colorful straw. They were at the poolside, the warm breeze wafting through the leaves of the trees. It was a perfect setting. The water was gushing from the man-made rocks, and flowers were blooming all around them, making a lovely contrast to the lush green grass. Summer was upon them, and they were finally settled into the new house. There was still construction going on because Daigo insisted on a stable.

And Shelby was feeling more than a little anxious as the time for her delivery was fast approaching. So far, the reports were good, but the anxiety was not going away. She would wake up in a cold sweat several nights in a row, getting her husband up in the process.

"He's not sleeping," she muttered, drawing circles around her stomach. She had ventured into the pool and taken a dip, unable to do her usual laps because her limbs were so heavy.

"Who?"

"Daigo." Reaching for her iced lemonade, she took a sip to ease her parched throat. "I think he's worried as well."

"Or just anxious to get things over and done with." Tammy crossed her excellent legs and stretched languidly. Her operation was over, and she had been declared cancer-free. She might not have her 'baby-making parts,' but at least she was not dying. She had to be thankful for that.

And she was seeing a wonderful man who had two children of his own. Derek had told her that if she needed it, they could always adopt. She was thinking about it.