Page 97 of Wyoming Heart

She snuggled close to him. “You have more good qualities than you realize.” She yawned. “I hope our son looks like you.”

“He may be a she,” he pointed out.

“You have four brothers,” she returned.

“You do have a point.”

“But we’ll love whatever we get.” She drew back, worried. “You don’t really mind, do you? I mean, it’s a big step just getting used to being married. Is it too soon for a baby?”

He shook his head, and there wasn’t a trace of doubt or reticence in his lean face. He touched her cheek gently. “Vic and Sandra are going to love being around for the whole process. So am I,” he added on a chuckle. “I’m looking forward to every minute of it.”

“No regrets at all?” she prompted.

“Just one,” he replied. “I wish I hadn’t taken you to Lander. You should have had a proper wedding night.”

“I don’t mind,” she replied, and meant it. “The way I felt about you, it was as natural as falling into water.” She flushed a little. “It was the most incredible experience of my whole life.”

He pursed his lips and looked down at her pert breasts, a little fuller from her pregnancy. “Want to see if we can manage another incredible experience? Or do you need sleep more?”

She shook her head. “I’m not really sleepy anymore.”

He chuckled. “Neither am I.”

Her hands went to his tie. She removed it and unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it away from his broad, hair-roughened chest. She removed his belt. But her hands hesitated.

“Chicken,” he teased.

“Come on, now, I’m new to this,” she chided.

He picked her up and put her gently under the covers. “Fair enough. I’ll do the rest.”

He took off the rest of his clothes and joined her on the bed, and her arms opened to welcome him.

It was a feast of the senses. There wasn’t an inch on her soft body that he didn’t touch with his hands and his mouth over the heated minutes that followed.

She caught her breath as the delicious sensations washed over her, lifting to meet his lips, hungry for more.

“You’re getting better at this,” he whispered against one taut little nipple.

“I’ll get even better as we go along,” she said, and then gasped as he found a very tender spot with his hands.

“The mind boggles,” he teased huskily.

She tried to tell him that it was far more sensual than the first time, but she was suddenly overwhelmed by a flash of pleasure so intense that she cried out.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” he whispered. “How about this?”

She cried out again. Her harsh moan whipped the fire of his own hunger, and the gentle teasing gave way to a monstrous need.

“Tell me if I’m too rough,” he managed as he moved over her.

“When were you ever rough?” she returned, shivering as she felt him moving slowly, sensually into her body.

“I’m starving,” he whispered unsteadily. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”

“You won’t. Oh, you won’t. Please, Cort, please, please...!”

His hips pressed hers into the mattress in a quick, smooth rhythm that very quickly brought her to ecstasy, but before she could relax, he started all over again. Each sharp movement of his body made her quiver with excitement. She looked into his pale brown eyes and felt herself begin to melt under him.