Limerick City, Ireland
The best feeling in the world had to be lying in a lover's
arms, exhausted after a night of lovemaking, totally and absolutely
sated. Elaine snuggled closer to Ethan, weaving her legs with
his and grinning at how his leg hairs tickled her.
The warm, masculine scent of his damp body permeated her senses.
He smelled delicious. So much so, she'd practically gobbled
him up over the last several hours. Perhaps she would again,
she thought, trailing her fingertips across the ridges of his
broad chest, circling his nipples.
His strong hand grasped hers and brought it to lips framed
with dark stubble, kissing the backs of her fingers. "Please,
love. I can barely move."
Elaine glanced down the solid length of him to the twitch beneath
the sheet just covering his hips. "Could have fooled me."
Ethan leaned over, propped up on an elbow and looked down at
her. "Isn't it enough you kept me up all night," winking
at the double meaning, "but you want to make me late for
work, as well?"
"You weren't complaining an hour ago."
He bent to kiss her. His lips echoed the passion they'd shared
through the night. When he leaned away, his deep voice was soft,
his blue-eyed gaze intense. "And I never will, Lany. I
love you and will always be here for you."
Tears threatened. "Will you?"
Nodding, he said, "Aye. Always."
"And you truly want this baby?" she asked, rubbing
her belly. When he nodded, his grin answering more than his
voice could, she added, "Oh, Ethan! You make me so happy."
She slid her arms around his shoulders and he came to her instantly,
burying his face in the curve of her neck, kissing her there.