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silence, but this time it was filled with the heat of their hunger. “Needy, hot…starving for you.”

Six
    C aleb’s breath rushed out of him. Unable to form words, he used touch to tell her how he felt. Sliding his hand down, he spread his fingers over her belly, indulging himself as he’d wanted to do since forever. Soon, this barely curved plane would round and he’d explore that change day by sweet day without worrying that his embrace was unwelcome or unwanted.
    Something hot and beautiful sparked inside his heart at the thought of the tiny life hidden inside his wife’s body. A life that had been so determined to be born it had circumvented all their precautions. He was already proud of their kid’s stubbornness.
    “It feels like the first time,” Vicki whispered.
    He leaned down. “For both of us.” Their mouths met.
    Sweet temptation.
    That was what she’d always tasted like. The sweetest, most luscious of temptations. Except now, there was an edge to the taste of her, a spicy bite. His body grew heavy with need, captivated by this woman who was half stranger and so sexy, he thought he might die from the intensity of the desire riding him.
    Then her hands began moving hesitantly down his chest, caressing him through the hair there. After so many years of hunger, he could scarcely bear the almost painful pleasure. When she began to circle her fingers around his nipples, his breath grew jagged, the sound harsh in the intimate silence.
    “Caleb?” Breaking the kiss, she stilled.
    “Don’t stop, Vicki. I’ve waited years for your touch.” He let her see his need, let her see the things he’d hidden from her, too damn proud to make himself vulnerable.
    “Will you…will you tell me if I do something that I shouldn’t?”
    Her courage amazed him. “I swear to you I will never be turned off by anything you do in this bed.”
    Her body shuddered. “It almost killed me not to…” Her fingers began to move again, stroking and petting and learning. “So many times I wanted to tell you but then I’d think that ladies weren’t supposed to discuss sex, that it would turn you from me. How could I have been so stupid?”
    “Hush.” He kissed her. “You were worried and inexperienced, and I’m not the easiest of men to talk to. Forget the past—from now on it’s you and me in this bed, no lies, no regrets.”
    “No regrets.” Those slender fingers slid down to caress his abdomen, his waist, his back.
    Trying to find the strength to let her explore him as she needed to do, he reclaimed her lips. And drowned in the feel of her, in the exquisite lushness of the sensuality she’d released from bondage. Her kiss promised the same ecstasy it always had. But this time his body thrummed with the knowledge that the promise would be fulfilled if only he was patient.
    Delicate hands stroked his back before returning to his chest. He wanted to demand a more intimate touch, something he’d never asked of her, but even enslaved by passion, he knew she had to make that decision on her own. He was utterly at her mercy. She could heal him or break him.
    Her hand brushed past his navel.
    “Lower,” he grit out, unable to stay silent. “Sorry.”
    She kissed his jaw. “No. I want you to tell me. I need you to.”
    He was having trouble thinking with her hand where it was. Then one of her fingers plucked at the waistband of his boxers and he groaned, “Lower, honey.” His voice was so rough, he barely understood himself.
    “Like this?”
    Shudders racked him as her fingers slipped under the waistband to carefully grasp his erection. Burying his face in her neck, he tried to breathe as she began to stroke him slow and hard. He fisted the sheets in his hands, refusing to bruise her by crushing her skin in a grip gone feral.
    Under his chest, her breasts were soft, her nipples beautifully pebbled even through her pajama top, but he was too blinded by unexpected pleasure to pay homage to them. Shocked by the