Did You Say Married?!

A phrase from his rodeo days came to mind as he anticipated how the water would feel. Whenever a rider drew a rank horse or bull, or suffered from the aches and pains that went along with riding the rough stock, he gritted his teeth, swallowed the pain and uttered two simple little words before doing what had to be done. Chance glanced down at the lower part of his body and the phrase “Cowboy up” took on a whole new meaning.

Cursing a blue streak, he stepped into the shower. He yelped when the cold spray hit his skin, raising goose bumps. He shivered uncontrollably. The chill coursing through his body helped to restore some of his sanity and reduce the fever burning in his belly, but not nearly as much as he’d hoped.

Before tonight, he’d never in his life been aroused by the sight of a pregnant woman. And he’d probably have slugged the first person who even dared to suggest that he would be.

But Kristen standing in front of the mirror with the pillow stuffed under her shirt, her slender fingers splayed along the sides of her pretend belly, had excited the hell out of him. She’d looked so beautiful, so feminine, so…pregnant—with his child.

He shook his head, shut off the water and grabbed a towel. He supposed any woman would wonder what she’d look like in the advanced stages of pregnancy. But until tonight the thought had never crossed his mind.

Now it was all he could think about. How would Kristen look six months from now if she did have his baby nestled safely inside of her? How would the taut skin of her belly feel under his hands? As her pregnancy advanced, would they have to be creative with their positions when he made love to her?