“No, it isn’t. Something is wrong with me. How can I be naked in a bed with you and not be hard as a freaking rock?”

Janey knew she needed to be very, very careful about what she said. “Um, I don’t know? Would it help if I, you know, gave him some special attention?”

“It might.”

“You aren’t doing this on purpose to get me to do that, are you?”

“Have I ever needed to resort to tricks to get what I want from you?”

“No, but we’ve never had postpartum sex before either. You—and he—might be afraid I’m going to turn into one of those wives who forgets all about her poor husband after she gives birth.”

The look he gave her was positively hilarious, but again, she didn’t dare laugh. “Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“One of those wives who forgets all about her husband after she gives birth?”

“How could I ever forget about you?” She coaxed him onto his back and began with a light massage of his chest and the six-pack of muscles that rippled under her touch. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”

“I am.”

“Close your eyes. Don’t think. Just feel.” Janey continued the massage, adding a string of kisses across his lower abdomen. When that didn’t work to arouse him, she lowered herself until she was on top of him, with his penis cradled in the valley between her breasts.

He pulled in a deep breath and held it.

“Relax.”

“I can’t relax when you’re doing that.”

“Yes, you can.” She continued to kiss him, adding some tongue action that usually made him crazy, but not tonight. Nothing was working.

“It’s broken. That’s got to be it.”

“You’re thinking, and you’re not relaxing. How can I be expected to work under these conditions?”

“Come up here, will you?”

“I’m not finished here. I haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”

“Please?” He held out his arms to her.

The pleading tone of his voice had her giving in to what he wanted. She crawled toward him and loved the feel of his strong arms encircling her. She always felt so safe—and so desired—in his arms. That there could be something actually wrong between them was so unimaginable, she couldn’t bear to even think about it.

“I’m sorry,” he said grimly.

“Please don’t be. We’ve had so much going on, it’s a wonder we aren’t both drooling by now.”

“I hope you know it’s not because I don’t want you. I’ve been dying for you.”

“I do know that, it’s just… Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t do that. Whatever you’re thinking, just say it.”