He kept going, his rapid thrusts intensifying the pleasure, his voice hoarse as he called her name. At last he took what he needed, shuddering and gasping as the steady pulse of his climax created a last intimate caress.
Closing her eyes, she savored the energy of this vibrant man, his cock buried deep in her body, his muscled pecs heaving inches from her breasts, his warm breath teasing her nipples. His magnetic personality had pulled her in from the moment his gaze had locked with hers on a cool April evening eight weeks ago.
A connection that hot should have cooled just as quickly, right? Instead, their passion burned with a white-hot flame, melting the barriers between them, incinerating common sense. When he made love to her, she never wanted him to stop.
Leaning forward, he landed a kiss on her nose, chuckled and recalibrated, settling his mouth over hers. His supple lips delivered a relaxed kiss rich with shared satisfaction.
He hummed low in his throat and lifted his head. “That was the best yet.”
“Uh-huh.”
Holding her steady, he eased his cock free. “At the risk of sounding boring, I suggest we take this program back to the cabin and a soft bed.”
“Doesn’t sound boring to me.”
“Good. Will you be okay for a sec while I fetch your clothes?”
“Sure.”
He returned with her shirt and bra over his shoulder and her jeans and panties in his hands. Putting them on was easier than taking them off. She used the saddle horn and pommel to lift away from the saddle while he slid on her panties and then her jeans. Once he’d put on her socks and shoes, she could stand and get her jeans zipped and buttoned herself.
But he insisted on helping her with her bra. Slipping the straps over her shoulders, he reached behind her and fastened the catch. “I might be developing an obsession with your breasts.”
“Fine with me.”
He traced the top edge of a lace cup that was no longer adequate to the job. “That’s abundance, right there.” With a sigh, he backed away. “So tempting. But it’s getting late. Pregnant ladies need their sleep.”
“How do you know?”
“Read it, and Sarah told me, too.” He quickly pulled on his clothes. “When she was pregnant with Amy, she needed lots of sleep. I don’t want to wear you out.”
“I’m okay.” She swallowed a yawn. And smothered a second one.
CJ was intent on getting dressed, thank goodness. He was just the type to call a halt to their activities if he caught her yawning. Sleep was the last thing on her mind as they walked through the cool night toward her cabin.
“I hope you’re right that we’ll have a girl.” He laced his fingers through hers. “I’d be excited about a boy, too, but I was really taken with little Amy.”
“I’d be happy with either, too, but for some reason I think this baby’s a girl.”
“Sure you don’t want to find out beforehand?”
She hesitated. “I’ll think about it some more.” His eagerness pushed her in that direction. She loved putting a sparkle in his gray eyes. Except…oh, yeah. She wouldn’t see his reaction to the news unless he moved to Seattle.
Chapter Nineteen
Izzy was done in. CJ had caught her smothering a yawn twice on the way back to the cabin. When they arrived, she grabbed what looked like a nightgown from a drawer and disappeared into the bathroom.
He used the time to finish clearing the table. After closing the curtains over the front window, he doused all the lights except a lamp beside the bed.
Then he began stripping down, but not so he could seduce her. She needed sleep more than lovemaking. He’d convince her of that.
He’d ditched his shirt, boots and socks by the time she came out wearing a filmy little black number with a plunging neckline and a hem that stopped several inches above her knees. No fair. His package immediately took note of her outfit and responded with enthusiasm.
She made a slow turn. “Like it?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He cleared the hoarseness from his throat. “But when you arrived, you said we shouldn’t have sex. Why’d you pack that?”
She had the decency to blush. “I almost didn’t. But—”
“You were secretly hoping I’d change your mind?” He walked toward her. “And then you’d have this to wear for me?”
“Probably. Oh, CJ, I was in such a state when I packed to come here asking myself should we? Shouldn’t we? This nightgown went in last. I took it out a dozen times. In the end, it made the trip. On the flight here, I came to a decision—sex would be a mistake.”
“Yet here we are.” He reached out and drew her, seductive outfit and all, into his arms. “When did you get this?”
“About a year ago, after a breakup. I promised myself that someday I’d find a man who would appreciate it. And me.”
“Did you?” If she’d worn this for someone else…
“I did.”
He held his breath.
She gazed up at him. “That man is you.”
“Damn, Izzy.” He pulled her in tight. “I’d planned to suggest we get some sleep.”
“And let this nightgown go to waste on its first outing?”
“You’ve been yawning like crazy.” The silky material rubbed against his bare chest. It shifted over her cleavage. If he reached beneath that material, he’d—
“Please make love to me while I’m wearing this. That’s all I ask.”
“You want to leave it on?”
“Yes. It’s part of my fantasy. Blind with lust, you won’t bother to take it off, just shove it aside and ravish me.”
“Ravish you? I can’t be rough, Iz. The baby—”
“You don’t have to be rough.” Wiggling out of his arms, she moved over to the bed, pulled back the covers and climbed in. “Just slightly…untamed.”
“Untamed.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m not sure what—”
“Aren’t you the guy who made love to me while I sat naked on your saddle?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Take off your jeans, cowboy.” She stretched out on her side and her breast threatened to
