neck.
Charity rested her hands on his shoulders and ran butterfly kisses toward his ear. She licked her lips and teasingly nibbled on his earlobe. When he groaned, she sat back, cross-legged on the bed.
He twisted his neck trying to see where she went.
She spoke when his eyebrows went up in question, “Eat your sandwich and finish your beer.” She pulled her shirt off revealing a black lace tank top she had found in her drawer today. It was starting to get tight near the bottom but thankfully the stretchy material and sexy floral lace pattern hid the tightness perfectly. “I’ll wait.”
Elijah’s eyes traveled hungrily over her, then to his sandwich and then back to her again. “I’m not so hungry for food anymore.” He guzzled the beer and set the empty bottle and sandwich plate on the dresser by the TV. He pulled his shirt off as he walked back to the bed.
Charity enjoyed the view of his strong, lean chest and muscular six-pack as his arms worked to get his head out. “You keeping your pants on?” She giggled and stretched out her legs as she leaned back against the soft duvet. Her belly dropped and seemed to disappear when she lay on her back. She was up for no bump tonight or just for the next hour. She giggled. She couldn’t picture herself as sexy pregnant mama-to-be. The two words, sexy and pregnant, didn’t seem to belong in a sentence together. The only problem, because of their busy schedule, they hardly had time alone together. It might also be the onslaught of hormones… or whatever excuse she could blame it on, she wanted Elijah all the time, kissing her, touching her, inside of her. All of it.
Elijah crawled across the bed like a prowling lion and hovered over top of Charity. The hunger in his eyes matched how she felt. He crushed his lips against hers and forced his tongue into her mouth.
It didn’t take much coercing. She met his fever, wrapping her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his short hair. She wanted his hips pressing and rotating against hers. She didn’t like the space between them so she ran her hands down that hot skin of his back and pulled his hips toward her. He wouldn’t budge, keeping them high above her. She groaned in protest as his lips left hers and ravaged kisses along her jawline and neck creating a trail of desire as he moved toward her breasts.
She arched her hips and neck in animal response. “What are you trying to do to me?”
Elijah let out a low laugh.
His laugh was more intoxicating than any drink. She curled her hands into light fists against his chest and pushed him off her. Elijah fell beside her on his back in surprise. “What that—?”
She straddled him and ground her hips against him, taking pleasure in the reaction she got from inside his jeans. “You scared to lie on me?” She kept her hands on his chest even though he didn’t struggle or resist against her. “I’m pregnant, not fragile.”
“I know.” Elijah grinned, clearly enjoying himself. He trailed his fingers along the outside of her thighs and rested them on her hips, encouraging her to continue pressing against him. “I’m not going to hurt the baby.”
“You won’t.”
Elijah moved his hands and rested his arms behind his head. “Can’t we just fool around this way?”
“Sure, we can.” She leaned forward and kissed his lips, gently tugging on his lower one before sitting back up. “When you tell me why you’re scared to be on top.”
Elijah grinned. “Why did I know you were going to say that? You want the medical reason, Doctor Thompson-Bennet?” He winked. “Here it is, and please don’t tell me we aren’t going to have sex after I tell you why I’m uncomfortable. Your uterus is growing and it places pressure on your major blood vessels.”
“The vene cana.”
“Yes. It can become compressed. It supplies the blood from your body to your heart. I’m not going to constrict blood flow to you or the peanut inside of you. It can