Page 112 of The Danger of Desire
Letting out a relieved breath, he drew her into his arms and held her tenderly while he rubbed her back and scattered kisses over her wild, unruly hair. “We’re going to be parents,” he whispered. “The very idea terrifies me. What if I’m awful at it?”
“Nonsense. You’re a wonderful husband. Of course you’ll be a wonderful father.”
Letting the matter-of-fact words calm his fears, he kissed her long and deep, until his blood was stirring again in other places than just his heart.
He pressed his lips to her ear. “Was last night really the ‘most amazing intimate encounter’ you ever had with me?”
She drew back to eye him askance. “As if you even need to ask.”
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her back toward the bed.
“We can’t do this now,” she protested. “The architect will be here soon!”
“He can wait.” He laid her gently upon the bed. “Because I’m fairly certain I can improve upon my performance.”
And as his wife burst into laughter, he did his best to do just that.
