It was that thought that had him pulling back and looking at her.
“Is this okay?” And he hoped he didn’t have to explain that he was asking about sex during pregnancy.
She was breathing through her mouth now, her breath gusting, and her face was flushed with arousal. “More than okay,” she assured him, and she pulled him back to her for round two.
It was hard to stay gentle when Lenora lowered her hand to his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and her wandering fingers were headed even lower, to the zipper of his jeans, when Clayton decided he had to get control of this situation. He couldn’t drag her to the floor and take her rough and hard. He had to put a leash on the fire, so he pinned her wrists to the back of the door.
She made a small sound of protest but continued the scalding-hot kiss. And even though she could no longer unzip him, she kept touching him. With her body. Specifically, her breasts on his chest. She didn’t stop there, either. Lenora ground her sex against him and nearly made him forget his promise to keep this gentle.
When Clayton got his eyes uncrossed, he scooped her up and took her to the bed. He eased her onto the mattress and took off his boots and the ankle holster that contained a small Smith & Wesson.
But again Lenora sped things up. With her hands now free, she yanked off his holster and shirt. They landed somewhere on the floor, and her clever mouth landed on his chest.
Then his stomach.
Hell. He wasn’t just losing this battle, he was on the verge of surrendering.
Since he obviously couldn’t slow things down, he went after her clothes. First her top, and then he peeled off her jeans. He froze when he saw her stomach. Not because it cooled the heat. Nothing could do that, but it was a reminder that it was the first time he’d seen her this naked.
Or at least the first time he could remember.
“I know. My body’s not very attractive,” she said in a breathy whisper.
“You’re wrong. You’re incredibly attractive.” And that was a massive understatement. Every part of her was beautiful.
He kissed the tops of her breasts and then opened the front-hook bra and rid her of that so he could kiss her breasts the way he wanted. She made a sound of pleasure, a low, sensual moan that vibrated through his body. She also lifted her hips.
But that wasn’t all.
She hooked her fingers around the tops of her panties and shimmied them off.
Oh, man.
He’d been crazy before that, but now he got a lot crazier, and he took his mouth from her breast so he could work his way down her body. To her stomach.
To their child.
Her baby bump probably shouldn’t have aroused him, but it did. Of course, at this point everything about her was arousing, and he wished the need wasn’t a raging fire so he could savor every inch of her. Later, he’d have to do better. Would have to spend more time just sampling and savoring. And despite the fact that this probably shouldn’t be happening, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t regret this.
Just the opposite.
His body was already planning a second round.
While his mouth was occupied with kissing her stomach, she went after his zipper again, and this time she not only managed to get it down, she reached inside and touched him.
That crossed his eyes again.
And it upped the urgency.
Thankfully, Lenora was on the same page of urgency with him, and she helped him get out of the jeans and boxers. Naked, he landed against her, and she wrapped her legs around him. All thoughts of gentleness and baby bumps flew right out of his head when he eased inside the heat of her body.
A memory riffled through his head. Of another time, another bed.
But the same woman.
Yeah, he remembered that, and it only fired up his body even more—something he hadn’t thought possible.
It was a first for him. He’d never had sex without a condom, and he probably should have asked Lenora if he needed to put one on. But then she moved again, and logical thoughts like that went straight out the window.
“Finish this,” she muttered, pulling him even deeper inside her.
Clayton couldn’t have said no even if he’d wanted. He moved inside her, falling into a frantic rhythm. The battle was there to keep things gentle, and he managed it. Somewhat. When he felt her