God. God. That was so sexy. The way he stared into her eyes, the way he watched as the orgasm rushed over her. He continued thrusting. Hard. Driving right through her fragmenting body, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt him take her there, right out into subspace, where she floated in bliss. He kept pounding into her, keeping her body right there, over and over until one orgasm slid into another.

Then he buried his face in her neck and let go. She felt him swell, that steel shaft, already impossibly thick, pushing and stretching her tight muscles, and then blasting her with hot, hot seed, triggering a third orgasm. His body settled into a sweeter, much more gentle rhythm, gliding in and out of hers, while her sheath convulsed and gripped him.

“So beautiful, mi amor,” he whispered against her neck. “Did I hurt you?”

She hadn’t thought so. She felt only beauty, paradise, but now that she was floating down, she felt the burn in her leg. It hurt, but not enough for her to want to change positions.

Elijah lifted his head. “Baby? Talk to me.”

“I can’t talk. I can’t think. Let’s go to bed,” she suggested. “I want to sleep with you curled around me. I want to wake up in your arms. I’ll take my time processing, and we’ll talk when I can handle more. Is that okay with you?”

His hand tightened in her hair. His fingers dug deeper into her bottom. “That sounds perfect to me, but you didn’t answer my question.”

She sighed. “You’ve got your bossy on all over again.”

“Siena.” There was warning in his voice.

“My leg hurts a little bit, but it would anyway.”

He carried her to the bed and very gently laid her down as he slipped out of her. She had the urge to reach out and grab him, to pull him back inside of her. Instead she reached up to trace the line of his jaw.

“Stay with me, Siena,” he said softly. “Keep looking at me like that. Always. I’ll always need that look you have right now.”

She wanted to give him that. She wanted to stay with him. Her free hand went to her belly where their child was already growing. “I want that more than anything,” she answered honestly, because it was the strict truth.

10

THE pool sparkled a deep blue. Siena had never seen a swimming pool quite like the one in the courtyard of Elijah’s house. It was extremely large, included a high waterfall with a slide and a smaller cascading waterfall that poured into a hot pool. A narrow lazy river surrounded the entire pool where one could float with the current. She’d been at Elijah’s home for two and a half weeks, and the stitches on her hip and down her leg were gone. Even her ribs had mostly stopped hurting.