They could be regular people celebrating the life of a child and their first foray into parenting. He could read pregnancy books and worry endlessly over whether she was eating properly.
He’d be there for each kick and wiggle, and they’d stay up late at night talking about names and make wishes for the future.
“Sam?”
His name spilled from her lips. She had so much to explain. She didn’t even know where to start, but she could take the tension between them no longer.
“Shhh. Not now, Soph,” he said in a quiet voice. “Just let it be. Sleep now. Our child needs your strength.”
With a resigned sigh, she closed her eyes.
CHAPTER 16
SOPHIE woke to warm, sensual lips sliding up the side of her neck. She shivered as Sam’s tongue traced the shell of her ear and lingered at the lobe long enough for him to nip it with his teeth.
The covers had been thrown aside, and his palm skimmed up her leg, pushing the oversized shirt over her hip to gather at her waist.
She sucked in her breath. Had she taken off her pants during the course of the night? She was lying there in only her panties and a shirt, and Sam’s hands were fast making work of the shirt.
Or maybe he was just that good.
In past times, he would already have been over her, inside her, waking her to the feel of his cock stretching her and setting fire to her nerve endings. But this morning he was tentative. Seeking . . . permission? Her acquiescence?
Her body throbbed. A pulse thrummed in her groin, and already she was swollen and wet for him. She loved his touch. Even at his gentlest, he was strong and masterful. She’d been drawn to his strength when she had cause to fear everything else in the world.
He made her feel protected and cherished.
But now?
Her brain hurt trying to decipher where they stood. If they stood anywhere at all. She couldn’t even look back at what they’d had because what they’d had wasn’t real. It was built on lies and half-truths.
His hand slid over her belly and cupped their child as if bringing home the one thing they did have. They’d created a very precious life. She was very real.
He kissed her again, just one touch against the pulse at her neck. His body pressed into the curve of her behind. His erection was hot and turgid, pulsing against her skin. Chill bumps dotted her hip and spread rapidly down her legs.
“You said we couldn’t,” she said without conviction.
He moved his hand up to cup her breast, and he kneaded gently, working the nipple between his fingers.
“Are you more sensitive here now?” he whispered.
She nodded, unable to speak around the tightening of her throat.
“Then I’ll be extra careful.”
He touched and stroked, alternating until her nipples were stiff peaks, erect and so hard that they hurt. The simplest brush across the points sent a current of desire streaking through her abdomen.
“I’m going to take your shirt off. Just lie still. Let me do the work. I don’t want you to hurt your arm.”
She shivered at the raw sensuality in his voice. Lowtimbred, husky, with just a bit of a rasp. It always got low and gravelly when they made love.
Oh God, they were going to make love.
He eased the shirt farther up, until it gathered around her neck. He stretched the armhole until he could slip it around her elbow. There was only a twinge as he pulled it the rest of the way up and over her arm.
“Lift your head for just a second, honey.”
A moment later, she was free of the material, and she was down to her underwear.
He rose up on his elbow, and she turned her head so she could see him. He simply watched her, his gaze drifting up and down her body with lazy strokes.
“You’re so unbelievably beautiful,” he said hoarsely.
She swallowed. She didn’t want to ruin the moment, but she had to know what had changed. Why was he willing to make love to her now?
“You said we couldn’t,” she repeated.
“I did,” he agreed. “But right now I can’t think of a single reason why we can’t. I want you, Sophie. I missed you. I can’t lie here without touching you. I want what’s mine again. I want to give you what’s yours.”
Her chest fluttered, then grew tight. Her stomach flipped and she began to shake.
“Shhh, baby,” he said as he stroked down the curve of her body. “Just let me love you. We’ll figure this all out, Sophie. I swear it.”
“You don’t hate me?”
His eyes softened, and he leaned down to kiss her hip right above the band of her panties.
“I feel a lot of things for you, Sophie. But hate isn’t one of them.”
His thumb hooked into her underwear, and he carefully slid it down leaving her naked and vulnerable to his touch and sight.
Her hand fluttered over her belly, and she turned her face into the pillow, no longer able to bear his scrutiny.
“Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are?”
There was awe and reverence in his voice that had her looking back at him. It was there in his eyes as he simply stared down at her.
He bent and kissed her hip again and then showered a line of kisses down her leg to her ankle. He lifted her foot and kissed each toe until she twitched at the ticklish sensations.
He eased her foot down and moved behind her again. He lay down, his mouth close to her neck as he spooned against her. Her buttocks cupped his erection, and she moaned in anticipation.
He didn’t move her. Didn’t turn her over. He simply lifted her leg and eased it back over his until she was open and bare. His cock lay between her legs, but it was his fingers that found her heat.
“Sam ...” she whispered as he stroked the soft folds.
He parted them and dipped one finger inside her.
“You’re hot and wet and so damn tight,” he said in a near groan.
Another finger slipped inside her, and she arched helplessly. She wouldn’t last. Her body was painfully aware of him. She wanted him with every breath. She turned her head, and her cheek met his lips. He kissed her. The sweetness of that one kiss melted her senses and sent a trembling awakening through her heart.
How could she love someone she was so unsure of?
Sudden tears flooded her eyes. She blinked furiously, angry that she would be so weak at such a vulnerable moment.
“Make love to me,” she choked out. “Please, Sam. I need you.”
He paused for just a moment, and a low shudder worked its way through his body, pressing into her. She could feel his energy and his reaction to her soft plea.
His fingers left her to grasp his cock. He positioned himself at her entrance and then found her ear with his lips. One kiss. Two. And then he murmured low and sweet.
“Just relax, baby. Let me take you this way so you don’t have to move. Let me take care of you.”
He nudged forward, his hips pressing into her buttocks as he breached the tight clasp of her heat. She sucked in her breath, then closed her eyes when his shallow thrust sent streaks of pleasure through her pussy.
Back and forth. He rocked against her slow and measured, none of his thrusts going too deep. His hand left his cock now that he had position, and he laid it possessively over her hip. His fingers curled into her, holding her as he moved faster now but still as carefully as before.
He was driving her crazy. She flexed and pushed back, eager to meet his movements, but he gripped her hip and held her in place.
“Let me,” he whispered again.
Her leg lay over his, and she tucked her foot between his legs, enjoying the rasp of hair on her bare skin. His legs were muscled, lean and so strong. They flexed and twitched with each forward thrust.