She didn’t resist this time when he drew her back onto the pillows. “And I was serious when I said I was too old.”
“Nonsense. Look at how fit you are.” His eyes were analyzing her body with lascivious pleasure. “Absolutely beautiful.” His lips followed his eyes. “One of these days I’m going to take the time to count your erogenous zones. It will no doubt take me hours. Lovely hours.”
Her breasts were given ardent attention and they responded in a way not disappointing to his lips. “Would you deny a baby the pleasure of feeding on these breasts?” he asked. His tongue brought her nipples to peaks of aching desire and indulged them with the gentle tugging of his mouth. She moaned at the warm, lubricating sensation.
His hands adored her as they descended slowly into that secret realm that nested the very essence of her womanhood. He found her ready and yearning for his touch. When his lips caught up to his hands and he kissed her there, she cried out with the unspeakable joy of loving and knowing she was loved.
“I love you, Jordan,” he vowed as he raised himself over her. Her thighs squeezed against the sinewy muscles of his legs as he settled himself between them. He joined his body to hers.
“Have I convinced you yet that you would be a perfect mother?”
“Convince me some more.”
His body stroked hers inside and out, and she rose to meet each seductive motion. His hand slid between their bodies and found her breast. “You have so much love to give, Jordan. Be generous. Have our baby.” He cupped her and rubbed her against his own hair-matted flesh.
“Reeves, you know I love you. Make me yours.”
“You are mine. Forever.” She held him tighter. An answering shudder streaked through his body. “Jordan, I’ll never have enough of you.”
At that moment her own passion sent her soaring out into the universe, but he was with her, holding her, sharing it. And when she felt the thrilling fire of his loins she knew he was right.
A love such as this deserved an heir.