his muscles so powerful, she felt a little overwhelmed by his size, but in a good way. He melted her bones with the powerful, steady motion of his body over hers, in hers. She liked the way he moved, accelerating his rhythm and moving with him after the first few strokes.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged her as he picked up the pace. “A little more now. You can take it.”
“Oh, God, Tigh!” She moaned as he moved faster and harder within her, lighting little fires throughout her being. He felt so good. Nothing had ever felt quite like this before.
“It’s gonna be quick, this time, Ginny. It’s got to be.” He was panting above her, and she could see the lines of strain on his face. “Come with me, baby. Come with me now!”
Tigh moved even more powerfully within her, driving her passion higher until she burst in a shower of sparks. Ginny cried out as she hit a peak and tumbled over, higher than she’d ever been before. Tigh was with her every step of the climb, shouting his own release as he came inside her, filling her with warmth, bathing her in his essence.
Whether they made a baby or not, she would never trade this experience for anything in the universe. Being made love to by a jit’suku warrior such as this was something she wouldn’t have missed for the world. Though of course, if things worked out as he hoped, she would be in his bed for the rest of their lives.
Offering a quick prayer, she hoped for a baby. She hoped for a reason to marry this man and keep him in her life and in her bed for a good long time to come. Just that easily, he’d won her over.
But it was more than the sex. It was the respect he’d shown her before, during and now after, as he withdrew and lay at her side, breathing hard. He seemed to actually care for her, aside from the need to gain her compliance with his plan for political purposes. He seemed to truly want her in his life, and that was a miracle to her in itself.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tigh woke her with a soft kiss. When he pulled back enough so that she could see his face, he was grinning from ear to ear. The satisfied expression in his eyes touched something deep down inside her feminine core. She purred inwardly, knowing that she’d put that smug expression on his face, and she knew something very like it must also be gracing her features.
“Today is the happiest of days.” His joy was almost infectious. She found herself smiling along with him as she sat up in the large bed.
“Why? What’s today?”
“Today…” Tigh swooped down close to nuzzle her neck, breathing deeply. He sat back, as if savoring the scent of her. “Today is the day you’ll agree to be my mate.”
“Are you saying—?” Her mind spun with the possibilities. “You can tell that too?”
“Yes, my love. You are most definitely pregnant, I’m happy to report. You smell divine.” His husky voice touched a chord deep inside her as he moved back down, breathing her in and kissing her neck, her jaw, her cheek and then finally, her lips.
He kissed his way up her cheeks to her eyes, and only then did she realize she was crying. Tears of joy flowed down her face as she contemplated the realization of a long-held dream.
“Thank you, Tigh!” She threw her arms around him, nearly launching herself into his arms. She rained kisses down his cheeks, her hopes flaring as the reality of his words settled in. She was pregnant—if his nose could be trusted. “I have to get tested. Just to be sure.” She pulled back to meet his shining eyes. It was clear he had all the proof he needed, but she believed in being thorough.
“And then, you’ll marry me?”
Slowly, she nodded. “Yes, Tigh. I’ll be glad to marry the father of my baby. Our baby. Oh, God! I’m so happy!” The tears continued to flow down her cheeks as he held her, rocking her and kissing her, sharing her joy.
Later that morning, with an armed guard protecting them from the ever-present gaggle of newsbots and reporters, Tigh and Ginny went to the compound’s clinic for the quick test that would prove him right…or not. Ginny held her breath when the med tech pricked her finger for a blood sample, then scanned her tummy with a hand-held