“You won’t.” The certainty in her voice undid him.
The steam curled around him as he pulled his shirt over his head, then shoved his shorts down. The air was cool against his skin for a second before he stepped into the shower behind her.
Blue moved closer.
Up close, her eyes were darker, heat simmering beneath the surface. There was want there. Real, unmistakable want.
“This has been building,” she said.
“It has,” he whispered.
His hand hovered near her waist before finally settling there. Her skin felt warm beneath his palm.
“I don’t know what’s safe,” he admitted.
She reached down and guided his other hand to the gentle curve of her belly. The contact stole his breath. Their baby was inside there.
His thumb moved instinctively, brushing across her skin.
“You’re not going to hurt the baby,” she said. “And you’re not going to hurt me. I want you, Jay. I want this.”
That did it. He leaned down and kissed her, fighting the desperate need to ravish Blue, and tried to take it slow. Their lips clung together, so soft and sensual.
Her hands slid up his chest, fingers splayed as they glided over his wet skin. Her touch was exquisite, and he wanted more, needed to feel her hands all over his body.
Jay cradled the back of her head and angled her mouth more fully beneath his. The water ran between them, over their shoulders, down their sides, adding to the heat that was already building inside him.
She sighed into his mouth.
He moved her slightly, bringing her flush against his body as he wrapped an arm around her back, anchoring her to him.
“You okay?” he murmured against her lips.
“Mmm,” she hummed. “Don’t stop.”
He kissed her again, deeper and even slower. Her fingers curled in his hair, and the sound she made when he traced his mouth along her jaw went straight through him.
Jay ran a hand down her body, and she shuddered as his thumb brushed over her nipples.
“Jay….”
He paused immediately. “Too much?”
“No.” Her eyes were half lidded, her cheeks flushed from the steam and the need. “Don’t treat me like I’ll break.”
He rested his forehead against hers. “I could never forgive myself if I hurt you.”
“You won’t, and some pregnant women love sex even more than before.”
“Nice. I can work with that,” he said.
She slid her hand down between them and grabbed his erection, stroking up and down his hard length a few times. Jay was sure he saw stars. The kiss that followed was less restrained.
He shifted, lifting her slightly so her back pressed safely against the tiled wall, one hand braced beside her head, the other steady on her hip. She hooked her leg around his waist, drawing him closer.
The contact forced a low growl from his throat. “Blue,” he warned softly.
She smiled against his mouth. “Stop thinking.”
