He stared at her stomach, stunned as he placed his hand back again in a broad span of warmth. “Amazing.” Eventually he looked back at her face again. “Are you sure we’re clear to take this further?”
Unease—and she hated to admit it, even a touch of insecurity—crept back up her spine. “Are you going to be one of those men who’s afraid to touch a pregnant woman?”
“Hell, no,” he answered without hesitation. “But I also think I should be man enough to check about restrictions.”
“No restrictions. Well, except we can’t pull out a trapeze.”
“You would have used a trapeze before?”
She rolled her eyes, but welcomed how his charm eased some of the starch from her spine. “In your dreams.”
Brooke relaxed against him, the brush of her legs against his dragging her back under his spell.
His hands roved over her with unmistakable impatience. “I’m not much for circus tights, anyhow. So other than the trapeze?”
“Pretty much anything goes as long as it’s comfortable.” Although she did remember one chapter in her What to Expect book that had interesting possibilities. “As the baby grows, I will need to use inventive positions.”
“Inventive positions with me, you mean.”
“Possessive, aren’t you?”
He stayed silent, his face solemn for three slow blinking seconds before he smiled deep creases into his face. “Let’s get back to those inventive positions.”
“I’m not that large yet.”
“We could always practice now.”
Practice for later? Assuming they would still be together and having sex when her pregnancy advanced to that stage months from now. The intimate, vulnerable image sent a shiver through her.
“You’re sexy now,” he whispered against her ear and nipped her diamond stud between his teeth. “You’ll be even more so then because it’s my baby you’re carrying.”
“You’re a smooth talker.” She backed him toward the bed, brushing against the unmistakable reaction to her nakedness.
“I mean what I say.” He closed his eyes briefly as she continued to skim against him, his throat moving in a long, slow swallow. “It doesn’t pay to be caught in a lie.”
“But you leave out parts of the truth.”
“Then, I guess you will have to ask the right questions.”
Just what she wanted to hear. She flattened her hand to his chest. “Do you want me to touch you here?”
“What do you think?” He stared down at her with eyes blue-flame hot.
“Answer, please.” Yes, she wanted, needed the words.
“I’ve wanted your hands on me every damn second of every day since you left me in that hotel bed over five months ago.”
He couldn’t be much clearer than that. She wondered if there had been other women since then, but given his propensity for honesty, she wasn’t sure she could handle the answer.
“Nobody but you since that night.” His hands slid into her hair and tipped her face to his where she could see the honesty of his words.
She tried not to show how much that meant to her, tried not to let it mean so much to her. “Are you a mind reader, too?”
“Not a mind reader, but fairly good at judging expressions.” His fingers traced down her spine. “A boardroom necessity.”
“Remind me not to play cards with you.” But back to the more pressing questions for the moment, something that seemed all the more urgent with his hands curved to her bottom. “Do you want my hand higher while I kiss you … or lower?”
“See if you can read my expression.”
It seemed she had fairly astute expression-reading skills herself. Brooke arched up on her toes to press her lips to his while skimming her fingers down, down, down until they skimmed the heavy hard length of his arousal.
No question, he wanted her.
Her senses seemed more finely tuned than ever before, her awareness sharply honed. Any apprehensions she may have had about baring her pregnant body to his gaze evaporated under the obvious heat and passion of his attention.
His tongue dipped and swooped through her mouth while he made swift work of his shirt buttons and flung the garment away, quickly bringing them flush against each other. Flesh meeting flesh.
She sighed. The sweet abrasion of his bristly hair brought her breasts to tight peaks of near unbearable pleasure until she couldn’t stop herself from wriggling against him. Wanting more. Already craving release.
“Patience, Brooke. Patience.”
Damn it all. She was the most patient, calm person on the planet. If she wanted something now she deserved to have it.