are as stupid as each other.” She and her friends storm through the lobby. “I’ve never heard of a more ridiculous hobby in all of my life!” she calls in a fluster over her shoulder.
Cameron watches her as she disappears. “We’re going to see that woman on America’s Most Wanted soon.” He raises his eyebrows. “She’s damn violent!”
I laugh again. “And you’re an idiot.”
Half an hour later I stand at the end of our bed as Cameron undresses me. It’s darkened, with only the lamp light surrounding us.
I never had someone make love to me in my first pregnancy, and this deeper level of intimacy has me addicted.
He slowly slides my dress down and I hold onto his shoulders as I carefully step out of it. He stands to take my lips in his.
We kiss, soft and tender, and I can feel his erection through his pants as I slide my hand over his crotch.
He reaches around and undoes my bra, cupping my full breast in his hand as he dusts his thumb back and forth over my nipple.
“How you feeling, Bloss?” he whispers against my neck.
I smile as my eyes close. “That’s code for can I have sex with you?” He tries his hardest to be gentle…although, in the throes of passion, we both fail miserably.
“I feel great,” I whisper. “Ready for my man.”
“Hmm.” He nips my neck as his arousal notches up to a new level, and he slides my panties down my legs and bends to kiss my stomach tenderly.
He holds my hand as he lays me down, and then I watch in slow motion as he undoes his shirt. I’m blessed with the sight of his broad muscular torso, a scattering of dark hair, and that beautiful ripped abdomen.
With his dark eyes holding mine he slowly slides down his zipper, and pulls his pants and briefs down and takes them off. His dark hair falls just over his eyes and his lips are perfectly plump.
My insides begin to throb.
He’s just so fucking beautiful—inside and out.
He lays beside me and we kiss for a long time, gentle, slow, and unhurried, and if this pregnancy has taught me anything, it’s that Cameron Stanton makes love better than he fucks.
I never thought that would be possible.
His hands roam from my behind, up to my jaw, down over my breasts, and to my stomach.
I smile against his lips. I now know what it feels like to be worshipped.
My body is his temple.
God, some nights we can’t stop. It’s as if because we don’t go as hard as we normally do that we can’t quite put out the fire completely. It’s a slow, hot, wet burn…one that we can do for an extended time.
I’m on my hormonal arousal peak and he’s happily making sure my every whim is taken care of. He turns me onto my side and rustles around behind me. He then lifts my top leg over his forearm as he slowly slides his body into mine.
My breath catches.
My eyes close in pleasure and my head falls back to his shoulder.
He goes slowly, in and out, and deeper and deeper, and God this feels… so fucking good.
With his hand protectively on my pregnant stomach, his lips on my neck and his body slowly pumping into mine, I have a new kind of happiness.
It’s called perfection.
The bathroom light wakes me, and I roll over; it feels like I only just got to sleep. Cam is up and showered and getting dressed for the day. He walks back into the room and smiles when he sees me. “Sorry, babe, did I wake you?”
“No,” I sigh.
He sits on the side of the bed and pushes my hair back from my forehead. “You okay?” He bends and kisses me softly. “You tossed and turned all night.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I mumble. “Just can’t get comfortable.” I glance over at the clock. “You’re up early,” I notice.
“Yeah.” He stands and grabs his shoes. “I have a quadruple bypass on today.”
I fake a smile as I watch him. I can’t even imagine the amount of pressure he’s under every day at work.
People’s lives are literally in his hands.
“It’s going to be a long day.” He continues putting his shoes on. “Adrian is on standby if you need anything, okay?”
“I’m not going to need anything, Cam.” I roll onto my side toward him. “I still have four weeks to go.”
“Yeah, well, until Jameson comes back from vacation on Monday, you just take it easy please.”