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My back is to his chest, and he holds me. His face is against my ear, and my hand clutches his neck. “When you’re strong enough,” his voice is low. “I want to make love to you again.”
“I want that, too,” I say, holding the wall for support. “How long before we’re in Tortola?”
“We’ll be there by morning.”
* * *
Cal gives Ximena and Selena their own private room on the first floor of the villa, and we’re in the second-floor suite we shared before my nightmare began. We’re relieved and cautious after visiting the recommended doctor as soon as we arrived in Tortola.
Several blood tests, examinations, and one ultrasound later, we’d been told our baby girl is healthy and thriving. I’m twelve weeks along, which means, as Cal noted, I’ve been pregnant since Monagasco.
“I can probably say which night it happened,” he says with a grin, holding me against his chest on the enormous, incredibly soft bed.
“The first night you decided condoms took too long?” I tease, watching the two ceiling fans spin in time.
He scoots down and pushes the light cotton blouse I’m wearing open. “I don’t regret a thing,” he murmurs against my stomach, holding my sides and kissing my navel.
Threading my fingers in his hair, I think about the other news we were given. The doctor said my concussion symptoms could last a year. I have to eat a spec
ial, vitamin-enriched diet for the next few weeks while I’m recovering, and holding up my hand, I can’t decide if I want to have reconstructive surgery on my finger.
“I think I’d like one of those wooden fingers,” I say, considering my damaged digit.
Cal props his head on his hand and studies my expression. “Are you sure? We can have the finest doctors work on it. Remember that prince thing I’m always reminding you about?”
I place my palm against his scruffy cheek. “I think it makes me look like a pirate. Or maybe a Tenenbaum?”
That gets me a sexy MacCallam grin. “I had a feeling there would be a movie tie-in somehow.”
“Do you hate the idea?”
He returns to pressing burning kisses against my slightly rounded stomach. “I love everything about the idea.” Strong hands slide under my skirt, moving up the back of my thighs. My insides clench as he gets closer to… “Yes,” he hisses, flipping my short skirt over my hips. “I love it when you go commando.”
“Cal!” I gasp, but he’s distracted, dipping his luscious tongue inside and teasing my clit with slow, gentle circles.
My hips jump with every pass, and he kisses away, moving his mouth to my inner thigh. “Not so fast, beautiful. I want to make this last.”
“Oh, god.” My voice is a strangled groan. Now that I’m better, I realize how much I’ve missed him—and how much a healthy pregnancy makes me horny. “I’m going to combust if you go slow.”
He only grins and traces his tongue along the line of my hip. Everywhere he touches me sends fire simmering beneath my skin. He traces a path slowly to the center, settling in and covering my lower lips with his. His arms are wrapped around my thighs, and his tongue sweeps faster, circling, making my eyes flutter shut as my hips move in time with his mouth.
Heat spirals up my thighs and down, fluttering like waves in the arches of my feet. My toes curl as my orgasm builds so fast, and when I feel his thumb slide into me, I can’t help crying out.
My insides tighten in an irresistible fist of pleasure and with one more teasing pass of his tongue, I break, bucking my hips and begging for his cock.
“With pleasure, beautiful,” he grins, kissing my stomach once more, pausing over my breasts to tease my nipples with his teeth.
Currents of pleasure fizz in my veins and every kiss shoots another spark into my clenching insides. “Please… I need you.”
He’s over me at once, leaning against his forearms and plunging deep into my throbbing core. His hard shaft massages and soothes my aching need, and I’m holding him, loving the feel of his hard body against my soft one. I slip out my tongue and taste the salt on his skin just before his mouth covers mine.
Warm lips and the scruff of his beard mark me. My fingers are in his hair, and I follow his every movement, every kiss as his hips begin to move faster. He’s diving deeper into me, and I love the feel of his rising orgasm. He moans against my shoulder, and my insides break into a new wave of clenching pleasure. It’s all he needs to fall over the edge. He holds my hips flush against his body, and I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me, holding our bodies as one.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he groans against my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him and smile.
“Not as much as I missed you.” I hold him as we breathe together, as his heartbeat slows, and we make our way back to calm.
Another breath. I feel his lips pressing kisses against the top of my shoulder, and I trace my fingers down the lines of his back.
