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"Luther Vandross' 'A House Is Not a Home'. One of my favorites."

"Mine too." He found that he could relax with her outside of the bedroom, and it amazed him enough to want to continue playing. He also realized that he had never had this with anyone before, not even Michelle. It overwhelmed him. When she snuggled up against him, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He played several more selections and then stopped.

"Time for bed."

"Hmm." She murmured, contented to just stay where she was.

"Come on."

When she lifted her head, he took her hand, and they made their way upstairs.

He undressed her in silence, and she felt the shift in his mood. His touch was gentle -- his fingers lingering on her skin. Standing in front of her, he ran his hands up and down her arms, his eyes holding hers.

Stepping back, he quickly undressed, his eyes still locked with hers.

Yasmine felt her breath strangling in her chest when he came back to her and knelt.

"Conail. What--"

"Shh." He splayed his hands over her belly. "He's an active one."

"Yes." She bit her lip to stop from gasping as he continued to probe. "No doubt he will be very athletic."

"Hmm. I was a jock in high school." He loved the tautness of her flesh and found himself confounded by how her skin was stretched tight.

"I would never have guessed." She heaved out a breath.

"I was involved in most of the sports. Does it hurt?"

"What?" She looked down at him dazedly.

"Your belly. It's so tight. Is it painful?"

"No." She cleared her throat. "It just feels strange."

"I never thanked you." He pressed an open mouth kiss just as the baby moved.

"Thank me?" She felt as if she was going out of her mind.

"For agreeing to do this. For carrying my baby inside you."

"It's my pleasure. Conail, I cannot stand it."

"I want to please you. Taste you. I cannot get enough of you."

"I need you inside me."

His body jerked. "Soon." He parted her thighs and ran his fingers over her sex. "Do you like that?"

"You know I do."

"And this?" He used a finger to slide between the folds of very sensitive flesh, sending her blood pressure soaring. Her fingers clutched at his hair, digging, dragging as she tried to keep her balance and her sanity.

"Conail -- Oh God!"

"You smell like sex. And honey, two scents that are driving me crazy." Bending, he introduced his tongue and had her going unhinged. Her legs buckled and he helped to ease her onto the soft bedside rug. He had known they would not make it to the bed. It was just too far away. And he was too needy. Parting her thighs, he slid between them, his tongue tracing the swollen flesh.

"I can't. Please, I can't stand it anymore." She tried to grab him, tried to ease him up, until he was no longer torturing her. But then his tongue slid in as smooth as butter and her hands fell limply to her sides. The climax was vicious and had teeth digging into every crevice and corner of her skin. She cried out his name, her body convulsing.

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