“Okay, how do we do this?” Mya licked her lips nervously. You’d think she’d never had sex before.
Ethan grinned. “Well, first you take off that robe and lie on the bed.”
“I’m only wearing panties and a bra under here,” she explained.
He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen undies before.”
“Not like these. They’re cotton and comfy, not lacy things from Victoria’s Secret. They don’t have a maternity line.” Mya blew out a frustrated breath. “What I’m saying is that they’re not what you’re accustomed to.”
“I’m not marrying you for your panties,” Ethan teased. “Do I need to strip down to my Hanes boxer briefs so you feel comfortable?”
She thought about him in his boxers.
“You’re taking too long to answer,” he pointed out.
“I’m contemplating scenarios,” Mya answered.
“Shuck the bathrobe and get on the bed, woman.”
The levity of the situation lightened her fears, and she took off the bathrobe. She felt his eyes on her and saw his nose flare as he inhaled. The baby bump of her stomach was evident, and when she climbed onto the bed, Ethan ran his hand over her stomach tenderly. She lay on her side, and the bed warmed beneath her.
“Why is the bed feeling all kinds of toasty?” she asked.
“Warming memory foam, it helps my knee in wintertime. Old soccer injury can ache like hell in the Boston cold,” Ethan explained. “Do you like it?”
“Mmmhmmm, I may never leave this spot,” she murmured.
He leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “You never have to. Okay, now for the best part, oil and massage. I read up on this and watched the video. Prepare to melt.”
He didn’t have to massage her for that to happen. Just being this close to him was causing Mya to melt. She heard him rubbing his hands together, and then he smoothed them over her shoulder and down her arms. He worked on her left side and then down her torso, hips, and thighs. He worked on the tension in her back and legs until she lost track of time and began to doze.
“Next side.”
His voice was a low rumble as she listened sleepily. Ethan helped her to move, and soon she was in bliss again as his hands worked their magic. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t feel relaxed and loose. She wondered if his sheets were being ruined by the oils he was using on her body, but she couldn’t even form the words to voice her concern. All Mya knew was that what he was doing felt wonderful.
“Lie on your back, Mya,” he ordered softly.
With her eyes closed, she did as he requested, and soon she felt warm oil on her stomach and his hands smoothing over her pregnant belly. Her stomach tightened in response to his touch, and she could feel the tiny fluttering inside her. It was as if the baby was approving of his touch and the man he or she would call a father figure.
“This is so amazing. I can feel the little mound of baby under your skin,” he said. “It’s like a tight little ball.”
“You should feel it from this side,” Mya said and giggled. “It’s like a happy dance inside me.”
“Don’t say ‘inside me,’” he practically moaned. “I’m trying to restrain myself here.”
“What do you mean?” She asked the question without even opening her eyes.
“Side effect of this massage is that now I’m completely aroused and rock hard,” Ethan answered. “I’m seriously wondering how I’m going to sleep beside you and not take you tonight.”
She opened her eyes and met his piercing blue gaze. “Who says you have to do that?”
“Don’t be mean, Mya. Teasing me is not cool,” he groaned.
He was close enough that she could reach out and run her hand up his thigh to the hard arousal between his legs. When she cupped him, she watched his eyes close, and his breath came out in a hiss from between his clenched teeth.
“I’m not teasing. I want you,” Mya admitted. “I was standing over there in a bathrobe trying to convince myself not to jump your bones.”
He grinned. “Jump my bones?”
“Hey, I’m pregnant, and these hormones make me sick and extremely horny,” Mya said. “I could jump your bones.”
“Please do,” he invited.
Mya got to her knees in front of him until their bodies were touching. “I plan on it.”
It was she who initiated the kiss, and Ethan whipped off his T-shirt and wrapped her in his arms.
“Should we shower? Won’t we ruin the sheets with the oil?” she asked breathlessly against his lips.