His breathing was labored, as if he’d just sprinted a quarter mile. “If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to.”
“Please don’t—I want you.” She tried to kiss him again, but to her frustration, he lifted her off his lap and deposited her on her side of the swing.
“You’ve been saying you’re not ready.”
“I am now.”
“It won’t hurt the baby?” Lana shook her head.
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
She’d never been more certain and without hesitation, nodded.
His exhale sounded like pure relief. “First we have to get a few things straight.”
“Let me guess what you’re going to say—you’re not into relationships,” she ventured.
“Right. I like you, and I want to be part of your life while we raise our kid.” He glanced at the swollen fly of his jeans. “It’s obvious I want to be with you sexually, but my feelings about a committed relationship haven’t changed.”
What he’d described sounded like a committed relationship to her, but at the moment she was too impatient to quibble over definitions. “Got it,” she said. “Now, please, take me to bed.”
He hesitated, searching her face a moment, before he grasped her hand, tugged her to her feet and pulled her into the house.
Foreplay was Sly’s second favorite part of lovemaking. He enjoyed taking his time, but with Lana molded to him and kissing him hotly on the way upstairs, that proved challenging. Her passion and enthusiasm scorched him and nearly sent him over the edge. Halfway up, he lifted her into his arms and carried her the rest of the way.
“Mmm, you’re carrying me. Why?” she asked in a sexy voice that thrilled him.
“I want to make sure we reach the bedroom while I still can.”
Moments later he set her down. Standing a few feet in front of him with her gaze locked on his, she slowly removed her top. Her skin was flushed with desire. She wore a lacy black bra she almost spilled out of, and her taut nipples were clearly visible.
“Now you,” she said.
She didn’t have to ask twice. Sly unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, then pulled the thing over his head.
They shed their pants at the same time. Then he was down to his shorts, and she... In a black bra and a matching pair of bikini panties, she looked sexy as hell. So beautiful.
His.
He swallowed. “As much as I like your underwear, it has to go.”
With a seductive look, she reached behind her and unhooked the clasp. The bra dropped to the floor.
“Now I can see the changes in your body. Your breasts are bigger.” He cupped her reverently in his hands. “Heavier.”
“You’re right. What else?”
“Your nipples are darker.” Aware of her sensitivity, he lightly traced each rigid tip with his finger, pleased when she shivered.
Continuing his study of her, he placed his palm over her belly, just as he’d watched her do to herself countless times. “Your stomach is slightly rounded.”
“Yes,” she replied in a throaty voice. “Does that bother you?”
He shook his head. “You’re perfect.” He let his fingers trail lower. “Warm, too, and smooth. I remember the silky feel of your skin from that night at Prosperity Inn.”
“You do?”
“Absolutely. I remember every detail—what you looked and felt like, and how good we were together.” When he reached the elastic band in her panties and skillfully removed them, she sucked in a breath. “You’re incredibly responsive,” he said. “It’s hot. He slipped his finger inside her. “As hot as I imagined.”
