“Are you taking off your undies?”
“No. They’re wet, not muddy.” She concentrated on stepping out of her jeans without transferring any mud to her legs. But one sock was muddy from toeing off her second boot. She pulled off the clean one and leaned over to roll down the other one.
CJ made a sound low in his throat.
Glancing up, she came eye-to-eye with him. She’d unintentionally mesmerized the poor guy with her cleavage. “You’re falling behind.” She said it gently, because his hypnotic state was sweet, really. Her focus drifted to his fly. “Better get out of those jeans before you break the zipper.”
He swallowed. “I just… you have… cute little goosebumps… and your nipples… then you leaned over and…”
“You’re adorable.” Removing her sock, she left it with the pile of muddy clothes and reached for the doorknob. “Meet you inside.”
He unbuckled his belt. “Be right there.”
“Hope so. I’ll be waiting.” She went through the door. She left it open for him but stepped out of the line of sight.
Just in time, too. As she peeled off her wet bra and panties, the rumble of a truck announced someone was on the access road that wound past the cabins. The truck drew closer and a male voice called out Have fun, bro! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! Sounded like Jake.
“Leaves me plenty of room!” CJ yelled back.
She grinned. Jake wouldn’t keep this incident to himself. Soon the entire staff would hear that CJ had been shucking his clothes on her front porch.
She barely had time to toss back the covers before he hurried through the door and closed it behind him. She climbed into bed and pulled the sheet and comforter over her chilled body. Propping her head on her hand, she flashed him a grin. “Was that Jake?”
“That was Jake.” He shoved off his briefs.
Her grin faded in a rush of adrenaline and a sharp tug from her core. Judging from the angle of his cock, getting caught undressing on her porch hadn’t dampened his ardor. Neither had the cool breeze that had given her goosebumps.
What a magnificently sculpted body. Was he more cut than he had been two months ago? She swallowed. “Have you been working out?”
He nodded. “Borrowed Nick’s gear. Lifting weights helped me… accept a few things.” He approached the bed.
Anticipation gave her the shakes. “We’ve n-never made love during the day.”
“No, ma’am.” He took a shaky breath. “The preview outside was nice, but… may I?” He reached for the covers.
“You may.” His courtly attitude thrilled her. “I’ve changed a little, too.”
“I wondered. When you leaned over, your bra seemed too small.”
“I thought I was gaining weight.”
“And sure enough, you are.” Taking hold of both sheet and comforter, he drew them aside. “Ah, Izzy.” He knelt beside the bed and laid his palm on her slightly rounded stomach, spreading his fingers. “I can barely tell.”
“The baby is still very small.”
“But powerful.”
“How do you mean?”
He lifted his gaze to hers. “What else would have brought you back to me?”
“Ah.”
“Look at you. So incredibly beautiful.” Sliding his work-roughened hands up her ribcage, he cupped her breasts.
Those talented hands, calloused from ranch duties, could bring her to a fever pitch in minutes. He’d ruined her for city boys.
He massaged her breasts, squeezing gently. “I like you pregnant, Izzy. Turns me on.”
“Kinda turns me on, too.” Understatement.
“You’ll have to guide me, though, tell me what feels good.”
“That.”
“Are you tender?”
“No.” She shivered. “Eager. I want to be touched.”
“That I can do.” He tossed the covers aside. “Scoot over.”
She moved to the middle of the bed and turned on her side. “I want to touch you, too.”
“Can’t think of anything better.” He climbed in and lay on his side facing her. Sliding a hand beneath her head, he wrapped his arm around her waist.
She mirrored him, cradling his head and stroking his broad back. This had been the way they’d started the first time they’d made love—lying face-to-face, bodies aligned, desire simmering as they gradually turned up the heat.
Holding her gaze, he pulled her in close, his chest a wall of muscle against the cushion of her breasts, his cock pressing against her damp thigh. His throat moved in a slow swallow. “Never thought I’d be here again.” His voice was gruff with emotion.
“Me, either. Feels so good.”
“Always did.” He rubbed the small of her back. “Funny, but I thought I’d walk in and tackle you. Instead I want to take it slow, since we only have time for one round.”
“Doesn’t feel quite real, does it?”
“No.” Leaning closer, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “I’d better not be dreaming this.”
She sighed as he kissed her eyelids, then her cheeks. “If I am, it better be a good dream.”
“The kind where you come?” He feathered a kiss over her lips.
“Yes, that kind.”
“It’ll be my pleasure.” He gave her an open-mouthed kiss as he eased a hand between her thighs.
Heart thrumming, she shifted to give him access. He’d only had one night to learn what drove her wild, but he’d learned it well. His thick fingers slid in with ease and his thumb pressed on exactly the right spot.
He lifted his mouth from hers. “You’re drenched.”
“Told you.”
His voice roughened as he deepened the caress. “Makes me feel like a million bucks, knowing you want me this much.”
She dragged in air as her body clenched. “I tried not to want you.”
“Why?”
“Because… it’s inconvenient.” She sucked in another breath.
“It’s not inconvenient right now.” He bore down. “Come for me, Izzy. Make this a good dream.”
She dug her fingers into his back muscles, panting as he brought her closer… there. “CJ.”
“I’m here. Let go.”
Arching against his hand with a sharp cry, she welcomed the waves crashing over her, again and again, carrying away the stress of days, weeks without CJ. Gradually the powerful surges ebbed, leaving her languid and cleansed. She sank back to the bed,
