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set her on her feet while he filled the marble tub with steaming water.
    Rose added bath oil and lit some tall candles. Tom climbed in and took her hand to help her, and she sat between his legs, settling her back against him. “This is the way a bath should be taken,” she said, running her fingers along his thigh, feeling the short hairs on his legs.
    He soaped her leisurely, the textured washcloth an erotic roughness on her breasts. Then his fingers went between her legs to touch her. He wrapped his legs around hers, spreading her legs with his, giving his fingers access to her. In minutes a fire rekindled in her as if she hadn’t been satisfied only a short time before.
    She twisted around to slide over him. He was hard and ready, hungry for her. When she leaned close to kiss him, her breasts rubbed his chest. Soon she pulled away from the kiss and settled on his thick, hard rod, closing her eyes.
    She moved her hips, pumping while his hips rose. Her hands played with his nipples and she tilted her head back, closing her eyes, savoring the feelings once again.
    His hands toyed with her breasts. His skin was like hers, hot, wet and slippery, water gleaming on his brawny muscles. He thrust forcefully, crying her name. “Rose, Rose.”
    She came, release bringing ecstasy again, and she felt him achieve his climax. He gave a throaty growl before enveloping her in his hug.
    Satiated and exhausted, she fell on him, draping her arms over his shoulders and kissing the corner of his mouth. He turned his head to give her another one of those satisfied kisses that proclaimed she was his woman.
    They finished bathing, dried and went to bed wrapped in each other’s arms. They made love again, showering together afterward.
    Finally at half past four she ran her fingers along his jaw, feeling the stubble. “You better get up and go home. My daddy is old-fashioned, and if you stay until morning, we might find our lives really complicated.”
    â€œAll right,” Tom said, rolling out of bed. Stretching leisurely, she slipped on a robe, then followed him to the living area, where she watched him dress, cherishing every moment and knowing what she needed to do. She accompanied him to the back door.
    In the kitchen Tom faced her, resting one hand on her shoulder. “Go to breakfast with me today. Let me pick you up at seven. If that’s too soon, we can make it later.”
    â€œI’m accustomed to eating early. My stepmother, Jane, serves promptly at seven, and you better be there while the food is hot.” Rose thought about the day and the work she had waiting. “Unfortunately I can’t. I have a brochure and logo for a real-estate company that I have to get out.”
    â€œHow about lunch or dinner?” He waited, one finger hooked over his shoulder holding his coat and tie, his shirt unbuttoned to his navel and revealing his chest hair and muscles.
    â€œTom, I don’t want to get too deeply involved,” she said with a pounding heart. An inner voice screamed at her to tell him about her pregnancy now, but she couldn’t get out the words. “I need a breather,” she said swiftly, hoping she sounded firm. He didn’t look like the type of man to beg a woman to see him. When his lips curled, she experienced both relief and regret. A lot of regret that she didn’t want to deal with right now.
    â€œThat’s usually my speech, darlin’. I guess I deserve to have someone say it to me. If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do. You almost told me that at the beginning of the evening, didn’t you?”
    She nodded. “Sorry, Tom.”
    â€œDon’t be sorry. Last night was great, and if you change your mind and want to go out, let me know.”
    â€œI had a wonderful time,” she said.
    â€œSo did I, darlin’. I’ll miss you.” When she reached for lights in the back entryway, he caught her hand.