It took forever for her body to quiet, to calm, to settle into rippling aftershocks that kept his body shuddering right along with hers. Elijah pressed kisses down her spine, his arms locked around her hips.

“You okay, baby?” he asked when he got his breathing under control.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Don’t move.”

“No worries, mi amor, that would be impossible right now. You drained me of everything. My brain is fried right along with my body.”

Even as he assured her he wouldn’t move, he was slipping out of her, his heavy cock dragging over her sensitive bud so that another violent quake burst through her. She would have collapsed forward, but he rolled her to her side, tucking her to him, his head at her breast. The slide of his hair on her skin sent a burn rushing through her veins.

She lay staring up at the ceiling, her breathing ragged and labored as she tried to draw air into her burning lungs. Her body felt as if it was floating. Her mind was somewhere else. She turned her head slowly to look at Elijah. His features, always tough, always closed down, were an open book.

Her heart somersaulted. Her stomach did the same. She had almost escaped, and if she had, she would never have seen that look. Soft. Loving. So beautiful. All for her. Instinctively she knew no one other than their child would ever get that look. He would reserve it for her and any children they had.

She managed to roll over, keeping one hand on his belly to prevent him from moving. She crawled down his body. So strong. All those roped muscles, all that hot, hard skin. Hers.

“Baby,” he breathed softly. “What are you doing?”

“Hush,” she ordered. She could find her bossy when she needed it. “I’m seeing to my man, taking care of him.”

She loved taking care of him. No one else had ever done it. He had never had care. Or loving. She was going to give it to him. Spoil him like no other man had ever been spoiled. Siena had no idea what drove her, but she needed to take care of him. Clean him. Curl up beside him, into him, so he knew she was there—that she’d always be there—for him. It was important he understood what he had—what they had—in their world.

His hands immediately went to her hair, stroking caresses, sifting through the silky strands as he waited to see what she would do. She liked that too. That as bossy and controlling as he could be, he let her do what she wanted, what obviously was important to her.