He raised his head and stared into dark-brown eyes filling with tears. “Of course you are. Why would you think differently?”
Her eyelids fluttered, reminding him of the wings of a tiny delicate bird. “You’ve never said you love me.”
“Do you think I would’ve put a ring on your finger if I didn’t love you, Jasmine?”
She bit her lip. “I don’t know. I thought you did it so as not to bring shame on your family name.”
“That’s crazy! I’m a grown-ass man and what I do with my life has no bearing on my family. I wanted us to get engaged now rather than later because it’s usually the woman society judges because she’s the one carrying the baby. Isn’t it more acceptable to be known as Cameron Singleton’s fiancée than his baby mama?”
“I’d be your baby mama if you were my baby daddy.”
“The stigma is still on the woman, Jasmine. In some cultures women are stoned for engaging in premarital sex or bearing children out of wedlock.”
“Thankfully that’s not the custom in this country.”
His hand searched under the cotton nightgown and covered her breast. “You’re getting bigger.”
Jasmine gasped. “Oh!”
“What’s the matter?”
She closed her eyes. “My breasts are very tender. I have to keep from crying out when I shower because the pressure from the water is like a thousand needles sticking me.”
Cameron sat on his heels and gently lifted the top until he exposed her breasts. It was his turn to gasp when he realized how much more lush her chest was now than when he’d first made love to her. “You are more magnificent than I could have ever imagined.”
Bending slightly he trailed light kisses over her chest as she writhed under him. He licked one distended nipple as if it was a sweet confectionary before lavishing the same attention on the other. Soft sounds escaped Jasmine’s parted lips and he thought he was hurting her until her hand searched between his thighs to squeeze him. He hardened quickly and covering her hand with his he guided his swollen penis inside her, both sighing in pleasure.
Cameron forced himself to go slow. He didn’t want to hurt her or cause harm to the baby. He growled deep in his throat with the realization she would the first and last woman he would make love to without the barrier of latex between them. She felt so good, so hot, and tight that he knew it wouldn’t be long before he spilled his passion inside of her.
Throwing back his head, he breathed in deep gulps of air as her flesh closed around his penis, holding him tight before letting go over and over until the dam broke and he buried his face against her neck and ejaculated as they climaxed together. Cameron felt as if his heart would burst when he collapsed heavily on her moist body.
“Cameron, get off me!”
Reality surfaced when he realized he was crushing her. He rolled over and pulled Jasmine to lay atop him, her legs sandwiched between his. “I’m sorry, sweets. I forgot about the baby.”
Jasmine kissed his ear. “It wasn’t the baby. I just couldn’t breathe.”
He winked at her. “Are you saying I take your breath away?”
“If you’re fishing for a compliment, you won’t get one this morning.”
“When did you get to be so hard?”
Throwing back her head, Jasmine laughed. “I remember you saying that you’re the only one in this relationship that’s allowed to get hard.”
“I do remember saying something like that.”
Jasmine scrunched up her nose. “I’m going to take a shower before breakfast. Would you like to join me?”
“My bathroom or yours?”
“Mine, because I like my body wash. But if you want you can bring yours with you.”
“But we’re already in my suite. Why don’t you go and bring your body wash over here?”
She kissed the bridge of his straight nose. “Why are we arguing like a married couple?”
“We’re not arguing.”
