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“For food, darling.” She was laughing at him, but he could not find the levity. The hunger was roaring inside him, and he knew that food would have to wait.

“I need you.” He barely glanced at the table and the scent of the candles mingled with the enticing scent of her perfume. Striding forward, he turned her to face him, fingers skimming over her skin in wonder. “It feels like satin.” He murmured. “What did you do?”

She seemed pleased at the compliment.

“I had some visitors today.”

“So, I heard.” He was busy running his fingers through her hair. “That fruitcake Barry is a genius.” He watched as the strands drifted through his fingers with a life of its own.

“That is already established. How was your day?”

“Hmm?” He was distracted by the seams of her lips.

“Your day.” She laughed again, exhilarated that she could do this to him at this stage of her pregnancy. She had started to think she was not attractive to him anymore and wondering if he was wishing that he was with someone else.

“I don’t want to talk.” He growled. “And food will definitely have to wait.”

Chapter 12

Taking her hand, he drew her into the bedroom, stopping just when they reached the bed. Turning her to face him, he skimmed his fingers over the dewy softness of her skin.

“You smell like spring,” he murmured, finding himself fascinated by the texture and feel of her. “Is that raspberry?”

“Yes.” Her breath caught in her throat as he continued to examine her face. “I got a full body massage.”

“Hmm.” Tilting her chin up, he traced the outline of her full bottom lip. “I think this was what caught my attention that first time.”

“My lips?”

“Yes.” A frown touched his brow. “A full body massage?” He asked, belatedly realizing the implications of what she just said.

“Yes. Why?”

“You were naked?” His green eyes narrowed, and her lips twitched.

“All of us were. We got the full work up. Barry rubbed raspberry cream on my breasts.”

“Is that so?” There was a dangerous light in his eyes.

“You have to remember he is gay.”

“He put his hands on you and gay he might be, but he has blood running through his veins.

She gave him an incredulous look. “You cannot possibly be jealous…” Her voice petered off at the look on his face. “Oh, come on.”

“You’re mine,” he growled, still not certain how he felt that the man had his hands all over her. “And I am the only man who’s supposed to see you naked.”

“What about doctors?” She could not help but feel giddy that he was indeed put out that Barry had touched her like that.

“They are allowed.” He nudged off the robe and watched as it pooled around her feet. “To a certain point.” He felt the heat pooling into his lower body as he stared at the puckered nipples. “Oh Christ.” He groaned, feeling as if he was going to explode. Lifting his head, he fastened a hand around her neck and dragged her towards him.

His mouth seized hers hungrily. When she came closer as far as her belly would allow, the madness exploded inside him. The kiss was laced with desperation. It had been weeks since he touched her. Weeks since he had been forced to stay away from her because of the advanced stage of pregnancy and what came with it.

Weeks that his body had gone into withdrawal. His hands roved over her shoulders and down her back restlessly as he explored her mouth with a thoroughness that had her clinging to him.He almost ended the kiss when he felt movements in her belly before he realized that the babies were making their presence felt.

Hot vicious need poured through him like molten lava and left him shuddering. Tearing his mouth from hers, he trailed kisses down her neck and feasted on the hollow of her throat. Pressing her back, he made her sit on the edge of the bed, before dropping to his knees. His hands cupped her breast, weighing them in his palms.

“They are huge,” she whispered, not sure about what he was thinking.

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