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to feel her beneath him, wanting her to know exactly what she was going to get.
Mia sighed and kissed him back with as much ardor as he felt, and Luke’s blood jumped. She wanted him like he wanted her. Completely. Utterly. He nearly came undone right then.
Luke took complete advantage of this opportunity to get to know Mia’s body better. He spent time lavishing his attention on every delicious part of her until he couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her, and judging by Mia’s moans, she couldn’t wait for it either.
“Sweetheart, you ready for this?”
She nodded, her breath coming in pants. He nudged her thighs apart with his, positioned himself between them, and pushed into her slowly.
“Luke.” That one word told him everything he needed to know. Being with him felt as good to Mia as being inside her felt to him. She sighed with pleasure as he began to move within her, and the sound was so sensual Luke groaned.
He gave up all thought of controlling the remainder of the encounter. He gave up thought altogether. He let his body take control—let his body possess hers in the most primal way possible.
And Mia opened to that possession with utter abandon, the sensuality of her movements and body setting him aflame all over again. When she cried out her release, his guttural groans joined hers and they crashed over the top together.
Afterward, still joined, still breathing heavily, Luke kissed her again. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
“Me, too.”
“I want to do it again.”
“Yeah.” She nodded.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I? I didn’t…” He looked down at her rounded belly. Reached out a hand as if to touch it. Pulled back.
Mia reached out her own hand, took his and pressed it against her stomach. “Of course not.”
He held his hand there, feeling the tautness, trying to sense the baby inside.
“I’ll do my best to be a good…” He hesitated, afraid to say the word. Afraid she’d deny him the role he wished to take on.
Sudden tears shone in Mia’s eyes. “You’ll be a great father, Luke.”
As she threaded her arms around his neck and kissed him again, Luke knew everything would be all right.
‡
Chapter Six
“W ake up, sleepy head.”
Mia yawned, stretched and turned to see Luke enter the bedroom, the smell of barn and horses wafting in with him. She pushed up on her elbows and glanced at the time on the small bedside clock. After nine. Luke would have been up for hours and hours by now.
“It’s late!”
“You said you weren’t working today.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Get up, get some breakfast in you. Let’s go buy your ring.”
At his words, a memory of last night swept into her mind and she smiled. Luke was an amazing lover. Very masculine. Very sure of himself. With every reason to be. Twenty-four hours ago she’d never dreamed they would sleep together, let alone become engaged. It just went to show how your life could change in an instant.
He bent down and stole a searing kiss. “You keep thinking about that. I like the way you smile when you do.”
Mia laughed, but as she climbed out of bed worry assailed her. Luke wanted her—he’d made that clear for months—and last night he’d taken her several times with all the ardor she’d expected from him, but would that ardor translate into enough love to make him actually marry her? She wasn’t sure.
Suddenly shy, she hurried to fetch her robe and a change of clothes, but Luke intercepted her, sliding his hands down her back to smooth over her bottom. “Look at you. You are one fine woman.”
She melted into him, stood on tiptoes and kissed the underside of his jaw. “And you are one fine man.” Still, her insecurities chased each other around her brain, even as Luke kissed her thoroughly. He must have sensed that, because he pulled back.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Don’t hide things from me.”
Her cheeks flamed because she knew what he meant. Luke
Mia sighed and kissed him back with as much ardor as he felt, and Luke’s blood jumped. She wanted him like he wanted her. Completely. Utterly. He nearly came undone right then.
Luke took complete advantage of this opportunity to get to know Mia’s body better. He spent time lavishing his attention on every delicious part of her until he couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her, and judging by Mia’s moans, she couldn’t wait for it either.
“Sweetheart, you ready for this?”
She nodded, her breath coming in pants. He nudged her thighs apart with his, positioned himself between them, and pushed into her slowly.
“Luke.” That one word told him everything he needed to know. Being with him felt as good to Mia as being inside her felt to him. She sighed with pleasure as he began to move within her, and the sound was so sensual Luke groaned.
He gave up all thought of controlling the remainder of the encounter. He gave up thought altogether. He let his body take control—let his body possess hers in the most primal way possible.
And Mia opened to that possession with utter abandon, the sensuality of her movements and body setting him aflame all over again. When she cried out her release, his guttural groans joined hers and they crashed over the top together.
Afterward, still joined, still breathing heavily, Luke kissed her again. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
“Me, too.”
“I want to do it again.”
“Yeah.” She nodded.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I? I didn’t…” He looked down at her rounded belly. Reached out a hand as if to touch it. Pulled back.
Mia reached out her own hand, took his and pressed it against her stomach. “Of course not.”
He held his hand there, feeling the tautness, trying to sense the baby inside.
“I’ll do my best to be a good…” He hesitated, afraid to say the word. Afraid she’d deny him the role he wished to take on.
Sudden tears shone in Mia’s eyes. “You’ll be a great father, Luke.”
As she threaded her arms around his neck and kissed him again, Luke knew everything would be all right.
‡
Chapter Six
“W ake up, sleepy head.”
Mia yawned, stretched and turned to see Luke enter the bedroom, the smell of barn and horses wafting in with him. She pushed up on her elbows and glanced at the time on the small bedside clock. After nine. Luke would have been up for hours and hours by now.
“It’s late!”
“You said you weren’t working today.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Get up, get some breakfast in you. Let’s go buy your ring.”
At his words, a memory of last night swept into her mind and she smiled. Luke was an amazing lover. Very masculine. Very sure of himself. With every reason to be. Twenty-four hours ago she’d never dreamed they would sleep together, let alone become engaged. It just went to show how your life could change in an instant.
He bent down and stole a searing kiss. “You keep thinking about that. I like the way you smile when you do.”
Mia laughed, but as she climbed out of bed worry assailed her. Luke wanted her—he’d made that clear for months—and last night he’d taken her several times with all the ardor she’d expected from him, but would that ardor translate into enough love to make him actually marry her? She wasn’t sure.
Suddenly shy, she hurried to fetch her robe and a change of clothes, but Luke intercepted her, sliding his hands down her back to smooth over her bottom. “Look at you. You are one fine woman.”
She melted into him, stood on tiptoes and kissed the underside of his jaw. “And you are one fine man.” Still, her insecurities chased each other around her brain, even as Luke kissed her thoroughly. He must have sensed that, because he pulled back.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Don’t hide things from me.”
Her cheeks flamed because she knew what he meant. Luke
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