"I want you," he breathed.

The erotic words, the feel of his breath on her skin all made her melt. She trembled with need and hunger. She wanted to urge him on, to hurry him to the next step and at the same time, she wanted this to last forever.

"Oh, Cal," she whispered as she leaned into him. "You always did know how to set me on fire."

He raised his head and they kissed. A slow, deep kiss that made her cling to him. Tongues brushed, circled, teased. Lips pressed. He dropped his hands to her hips and urged her closer, only her stomach was in the way.

She broke the kiss, glanced down at her belly and laughed. "Okay. We have a small problem."

"We'll work around it," he said. "Come on."

With that he took her hand and led her toward his bedroom. Once there, he reached for the b.u.t.ton on her jeans.

"Why don't you take care of you," she said. "I can undress myself."

"But I like taking your clothes off."

"I like you naked more."

"I can live with that."

He went to work on his shirt, while she removed her shoes and socks. In a matter of thirty or forty seconds, they were both naked.

He pulled back the covers and she slid onto the cool sheets. It was still the middle of the afternoon. Sunlight poured into the room, leaving her no comfortable shadows in which to hide. For the first time in her pregnancy, she felt large and unwieldy.

She knew that in theory she could make love until the last month, but in practice...

"What?" he asked as he moved next to her. "You're looking scrunchy."

"Scrunchy? What does that mean?"

"You're thinking. Never a good thing."

"I'm worried about this being awkward."

He propped himself up on one elbow, then smiled. "See, that's the difference between men and women. You're concerned that we might have to make some changes and I won't like that. While I've been fantasizing about you on top, my hands on your b.r.e.a.s.t.s and you having your way with me."

He painted a very vivid image that she could totally get behind. Her insides tightened at the thought of them making love that way.

"Okay. We'll do it your way."

"Gee, thanks."

He kissed her. She parted for him instantly, wanting to feel the pleasure he could bring her body. Even as his tongue claimed her, he slid his hand along her bare side, over the curve of her hip, to her thigh.

She rolled onto her back and let her legs fall open. He moved between her thighs, lightly brushed her center, then rubbed her other leg.

"You've completely missed the point," she murmured against his mouth.

"No. I get the point." He pressed his erection into her leg. "I'm taking it slow. Relax. We have all afternoon. Now where was I?"

But instead of picking up where he'd left off, which had been torturing her by not touching her, he shifted his hand to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

He caressed her curves, moving closer to her nipples without actually touching them. He circled and circled until she thought she might go mad with wanting. Finally he touched the tight tip and she felt ribbons of fire race through her.

"Good?" he asked as he kissed his way down her neck.

"Excellent."

"I aim to please."

He shifted so he could take one nipple in his mouth. She gave herself over to the gentle sucking, the flick of his tongue. Heat poured through her. She felt herself melting. Between her legs, her blood pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

He moved closer, touching, kissing, licking until she could barely catch her breath. Need built inside of her-a restless energy that begged to be released.

He slipped his hand between her legs and this time he slid his fingers through her damp curls and rubbed her hungry flesh. She arched against him and cried out as he found that single point of pleasure.

As he rubbed her, touching her, circling, then brushing right against that spot, she felt him press his hardness into her thigh. His need increased her own. She needed more.

"Faster," she whispered. "Harder."

He obliged with a readiness that earned her grat.i.tude. His fingers moved over her slick, swollen center in a rhythm designed to send her over the edge.

She drew up her knees and parted her legs. Her heels dug into the bed, while her whole body arched in antic.i.p.ation of her climax. Suddenly her mind filled with the image of her on top of him, feeling him inside of her while she came. Once planted, the idea wouldn't be ignored. She put her hand on his wrist.

"I want to be on top."

His mouth curved into a slow smile of masculine antic.i.p.ation. "Be my guest. Take me any way you want."

He rolled onto his back, then helped her as she straddled him. She reached between them to guide him inside as she lowered herself onto his arousal.

He filled all of her. She felt her body clench around him as he flexed within her.

"You set the pace," he said with a groan. "I don't need much to make me happy."

She shifted to find the most erotically comfortable position. Her body clenched again.

"This is good," she whispered and closed her eyes.

Slowly, she began to move. The up-and-down rhythm felt awkward at first, but she quickly found a pace that made her nerve endings quiver. She moved a little faster, then faster still.

She opened her eyes and saw him watching her.

"Come for me," he whispered as he slipped his hand between them and rubbed her swollen center.

Every muscle in her body tensed as need built up. He rubbed a little harder, making the circling motion tighter. It was all that she needed to lose herself. Spasms of pure release claimed her as her o.r.g.a.s.m swept through her. She continued to move, riding him, calling out her pleasure.

Up and down, up and down, claiming him, her body contracting again and again.