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doctor, it was good she had an appointment this week. She was past the first trimester danger zone, so the achy back and crampy twinges were no doubt just symptoms of pregnancy, but best to make sure.
    After brushing her teeth, she stripped, tossed her clothes in the laundry hamper, and with a sigh of expectation stepped into the tub and sank down. Bliss. What utter luxury to be doing absolutely nothing.
    She must have dozed off because the next thing she knew, Wade’s hand was on her shoulder. “Hey, wife, you can’t spend the night in there.”
    Blinking to focus her tired eyes, she saw that he’d changed into pajamas. Even in striped blue and gray flannel, the man looked sexy.
    â€œI can think of a better place.” She yawned, and reached gratefully for his hand as he helped her up and steadied her when she stepped out of the tub.
    He rubbed a towel gently over her body.
    â€œYou’re a good husband.”
    â€œHave to treat you well or you’ll find some other guy.”
    She chuckled. “Not gonna happen.” As he well knew. They were made for each other, the two of them. Maybe they were working harder than she’d like, and didn’t have as much time for romance as they once had, but there were still wonderful moments like this. And once they got the ranch under control, there’d be more of them. “Especially not if you give me that massage you promised.”
    â€œClimb into bed.” With a warm hand on her lower back, which didn’t ache quite as much now, he steered her into the bedroom.
    â€œDoor locked?” she asked.
    â€œYou bet.” They never took the risk Jessica would forget the “knock first” rule and catch them making love.
    She slid between the covers, then rolled onto her side. At four months, her baby bump was still small, but she’d rather not lie on her stomach.
    Her husband flicked off the light and climbed in behind her. When his leg brushed hers, she realized he’d taken off his pajamas. With slow, warm hands, he kneaded the muscles in her back, from her neck to the curves of her butt, loosening knots and relaxing tension she hadn’t even realized she was carrying.
    â€œYou’re very good at that,” she murmured. She’d always loved Wade’s hands, so capable when it came to work, so deft at massage, so knowing and seductive when it came to touching her in the most intimate ways.
    They switched position so that she lay on her other side, and he continued to massage.
    Then his hand, which had been working the muscles of her butt cheek, slipped between her legs. “How tired are you?”
    â€œNot too tired.” In fact, she was exhausted, still a little achy, and the baby kept kicking. But this time together was special and she didn’t want to lose it. Besides, orgasm did often help when she had menstrual cramps or a headache, so maybe it would tonight.
    She wriggled her backside toward him, and he came forward to meet her. He was hard already, a number of steps ahead of her in the arousal department. But she’d catch up, because now he’d looped an arm over her hip and his fingers teased her pussy.
    Any thought of aches and pains fled as sensation centered under his seductive touch. Sweet heat filled her. Wanting to kiss him, she rolled over again, warning, “Don’t stop.”
    He kept up the arousing strokes and caresses as she leaned into him, circling his lips with the tip of her tongue, then dipping inside. His tongue flirted with hers, drawing it in.
    She touched his cheek, ran her fingers through his thick hair, cupped the solid strength of his shoulder. Knowing his body by touch in the dark, she worked her way down, revisiting all her favorite places and the ones that made him moan.
    As their kiss deepened and heated, he stroked her body in a whole different way than when he’d massaged her. He was gentle with her breasts, knowing that pregnancy made them