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"Which is far from being one yet. I cannot believe I am not nauseous."
"The doctor said it could always happen later in the pregnancy." Taking her hand, he led them to the table spread with the abundant fruits grown in the country. "We could take a swim after we eat."
"We could." Plucking up a juicy orange cut fruit, she tasted it, her eyes widening as the taste burst all over her tongue. "This is mango. Oh my Lord, it is so good."
Callum felt his body quickening at the look on her face and thought the swim would have to wait. Leaning across the table, he took her lips, the natural taste of her sweetened by the mango juice. He deepened the kiss, hand wrapping around her neck.
"You taste good enough to eat." He whispered against her lips, his voice unsteady.
"What are you suggesting?" There was heat unfurling inside her stomach.
"That we leave everything until later. I want you now."
"You had me on the plane."
"That was an hour ago. Am I limited to the time I am allowed to be with my wife?"
"Repeat it." She whispered achingly.
"Am I allowed-"
"Call me your wife."
"My wife. Because you are." He retook her lips, the passion spiraling out of control. Ending the kiss, he took a shaky breath and rose, bringing her up. "It has to be now."
"Yes." She skirted the table and let him lead her into the charmingly decorated bedroom with its board floor and chintz furnishing. The bed was a queen-sized one with a colorful quilt spread.
Turning her to face him, he touched her cheek, then her neck slowly. "How is the arm?"
"As good as new."
"No twinges?"
"Only a little, and you have asked me that before." She reminded him.
"I am your husband; that's my job." He unbuttoned her blouse slowly, his eyes holding hers. "And yes, I will use the term every time."
"I don't mind." She shrugged out of the blouse. His eyes glittered as he ran his finger gently over the scar led by the bullet. It was still red and raised; he knew it pained her ever so often.
"I want to kill him for putting a mark on you." Bending his head, he kissed it gently.
"It's over." She lifted her hand and brushed her fingers through the thick coffee-brown hair. "I am here."
"Yes." He lifted his head and continued undressing her. "And you are mine."
"Ownership?" She asked him softly.
"Absolutely." Guiding her to the bed, he bent to remove her boots and denim. "I will be right back."
"If you are more than a minute, I will find you." She called out.
Settling back against the pillows, she closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, one hand on her flat stomach. She was pregnant. Shaking her head, she pressed her palm against the skin as if she could feel the baby growing inside her. He came back in with a bowl.
"What's that?"
"You will see." He mysteriously told her, putting it away on the table across the bed. He undressed hurriedly, keeping his eyes on hers before picking up the bowl and coming towards the bed.
"You loved the taste of the mango."
