Lover of My Dreams (63 page)

He turned and headed toward the stairway, walking up the stairs quickly, straightening the painting of the lavender and pink sunset that his mother had painted as he made his way to their bedroom door. He opened the mahogany door and walked inside the bedroom, but it, too, was empty. He was about to walk out when the adjoining bathroom door opened and Rachel walked out, dressed in her long white nightgown. He walked toward her quickly and drew her into his arms, kissing her tenderly.

“Hi,” he whispered against her mouth, smiling.

“Hi, yourself,” she answered, hugging him tightly.

He released her and stepped back to reach up and gently caress her fully rounded belly. She covered his hand with her own and pressed it to her belly just as the baby moved beneath his hand.

“Hello to you too, baby,” Sam whispered, laughing as he leaned down to place a loving kiss on her belly. He smiled at the strong movement of his child beneath his hand. “I think our baby is happy I’m home.”

Her hands touched his head gently, lacing her fingers through his hair to caress him tenderly. He looked up at her, his blue eyes sparkling with love.

He stood to kiss her once again. He rubbed her belly one last time before moving upward to cover her very full breast and brush his thumb across its nipple gently.

“How about my baby’s mommy?” he whispered as his lips covered hers to accept the gentle moan that escaped her.

“Sam, what you do to me,” she groaned into his mouth.

“I would love to do more, baby,” he whispered, pulling his lips from hers to nuzzle against her neck. “How’re you feeling?” He was concerned as he leaned back to look down at her, brushing her hair from her face as she looked up at him, her lips parted and her eyes filled with the passion he had grown to know and love.

She smiled up at him, her heart squeezing in her chest as she looked at the handsome man before her. The man she loved with all her being. The man who made her happy and who made her feel desired despite her very pregnant body.

“Good enough to play,” she teased.

He pulled her to him with a groan. “Baby, I wish,” he whispered, laughing as he kissed her with increased passion.

“How can you still want me?” she whispered, stepping back and rubbing her hand over her huge stomach.

“Never doubt how much I want you,” he whispered, reaching out to take her hand from her belly and bring it to the front of his pants so she could feel how much he desired her.

She gasped at the feel of the evidence of his want and smiled up at him, relief evident on her face. She rubbed her hand against him, gripping him gently as she leaned into his body. Sam pulled her against his chest and hugged her to him tightly.

“God, baby,” he gasped. “I want you so much I hurt.”

“Well, we can’t have you hurting,” she told him, giggling as she pushed him toward their bed.

“No, honey,” he stopped her. “We can’t.”

Rachel stopped and smiled up at him with exquisite tenderness. “Yes, we can,” she told him, reaching up to touch his face gently. “Now help me get undressed, Samuel McCoy.”

Knowing there was no stopping his wife when she had something set in her mind, he gave in without further protest and reached forward to pull her nightgown up and over her head to remove it from her body. She stood before him completely naked, and he found that his heart was beating so fast he had to take a steadying breath. He loved to look at her body. He loved to touch her body. The beauty of her very pregnant form made him desire her beyond reason.

He traced his index finger over her breasts to lightly circle the darkened nipples. Leaning forward, he latched on and suckled gently, loving the sound of her moan at his touch. He reached down and found the dark curls that beckoned his touch. He lovingly teased at them until she parted her legs to give him access to the warm depths of her body. His fingers slid between her delicate folds to find the prize waiting for him. He couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped him as he felt the heat and the wetness that welcomed him.

“Stop, Sam,” she whispered, reaching down to still his hand.

He faced her worriedly. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned as he looked at her flushed face.

“Baby, you need to take off your clothes,” she told him quietly. “I would help but I’m a little shaky.”

Sam smiled down at his wife and stepped back, waiting for her to be steadier on her feet before releasing his hold on her. He reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, his gaze filled with desire as she reached out to help him pull it from his body. When she helped him remove his pants, he gasped as she cupped him and squeezed gently.

“Something wrong, Sam?” she asked him sweetly as she watched the passion consuming her husband’s face.

“Nothing you can’t fix,” he told her seriously, pulling her back onto the bed with him, lying back and settling her on top of him so she could straddle his hips.

He held his breath as she reached down and took hold of his hard shaft and slowly guided him into her body. She opened herself to him, allowing him to sink deep within her. He groaned at the incredible feeling of her body joining with his. When he was settled as far as he could go, his eyes closed in pure pleasure at being so deep inside the welcoming warmth of his wife’s body.

She began to move, slowly at first. He held her carefully, easing her movements so as not to hurt her or their child. The look she had on her face as she gazed down at him spoke of pure love and tenderness. He couldn’t even begin to believe how lucky he was to have found such a wonderful wife who was his true friend. He knew they were destined mates, and he counted his blessings for the gift of her.

She leaned forward as best she could to rest her hands on his shoulders, moaning as his hands cupped her breasts and tenderly caressed them, pulling gently at her already hardened nipples. Her breathing quickened as his hips thrust up against her body, sending him deeper into her. She quickened her movements, sliding up and down the length of him, unable to do anything but give in to the passion that she was feeling.

Sam could feel the intense pleasure coiling within his body and knew that it would take very little to cause the eruption of his release. He smiled at the sound of Rachel’s moan and knew that she was close, too. Angling her back just slightly, he made sure to graze her G-spot with each move of his cock within her. He moved his hands to her sides, carefully holding her hips as her body clenched around him and pulled him tightly into her warmth.

“Sam!” she called out, grabbing his hands to steady herself as she found the release he gave her, wringing his own from him with a groan of pure joy.

He held her body still as he released into her, unable to move or endure any more stimulation. When she looked down at him, she was covered with perspiration and a smile of pure pleasure was on her sweet face.

“How was that, cowboy?” she whispered.

Sam laughed and reached up weakly to touch her cheek. “Real good, ma’am,” he told her softly as he fought to control his breathing.

“Yeah, it was,” Rachel whispered, a soft smile on her face as she gazed down at him.

She started to move off him but he stopped her. “Wait, honey,” he told her, smiling. “I want to stay inside you for as long as I can.”

Rachel smiled and reached down to take his hand from her hip and draw it up to her lips. She kissed his wedding ring then turned his hand over to nuzzle into his palm.

He smiled up at her, his breathing slowly returning to normal as she stroked his forearm tenderly as he held her hips. Reaching up, he tenderly caressed her belly, loving the feel of his baby beneath his hand. When his hand gently touched her breast, he sighed and smiled up at her.

He sat up, groaning slightly as he slipped from her body before claiming her nipple with his mouth and suckled gently. He looked up at Rachel and smiled at the look of tenderness that she gave him. He pulled away from her breast to accept her mouth as she leaned forward to kiss him. Her hands caressed his shoulders. She wrapped her arms around him and drew him against her tightly.

He encircled her body with his arms then stood, smiling as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her into their bathroom. He settled her gently to stand before him as he slid open the shower door and reached in to turn on the water. When it was warm enough, he stepped inside and pulled her gently in beside him.

She stood under the warm spray and closed her eyes, loving the feel of his hands over her body as he washed her hair, gently massaging her scalp and making her moan with pure pleasure. When he poured soap onto the cloth he grabbed from the ledge and started to rub her body, she leaned against him as all strength left her at his ministrations. She loved the feel of his hands washing her body, tenderly circling her abdomen, carefully stroking her breasts and gently rubbing her back.

She spread her legs to allow him to wash the intimate folds of her body, shuddering as the cloth he washed her with was suddenly dropped to the floor of the shower and his hand replaced it, his fingers gently tracing the softness of her until they reached in to disappear deep inside of her.

She held his hand against her as he drew his fingers out to rub against her swollen nub, alternately reaching in to gather the wetness from deep inside her, pumping his fingers, and bringing her toward a building pleasure. When her breath caught in her throat and she reached to push his hand against her, she couldn’t help the soft moan of ecstasy that escaped her as she quickly reached the peak of the orgasm he was determined to give her. She could hear him chuckle behind her, but she could do nothing but lean against him weakly.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered against her face, loving the throbbing of her body that pulled against his fingers.

He turned her to face him to embrace her once again before leaning down to kiss her tenderly. He held her gently as he leaned forward to turn off the shower then squeezed the water from her hair before stepping out of the shower and pulling her along with him. He wrapped her hair in a towel and twisted it on top of her head then wrapped another towel around her body and slowly wiped the moisture from her. She leaned against him with her eyes closed and allowed him to take care of her. It was a wonderful, safe feeling.

Taking the towel from her hair, he took the brush from the counter next to the sink and carefully brushed the long, thick tresses free from tangles, pausing occasionally to kiss her temple. She faced him and leaned against his muscled chest, wrapping her arms around him. He leaned forward to take the hair dryer from the counter and turned it on, allowing the warm air to blow against the both of them as he ran his fingers through her hair. When it was mostly dry and newly brushed, he tugged at her hand and brought her back into their bedroom, standing her beside their bed and reaching down to tip her chin up with his index finger.

“Feeling better?” he asked, kissing her lips lightly.

“Mmmm,” was all she could say, closing her eyes and leaning against his naked body.

Sam smiled then reached up to take her by her shoulders and gently push her away from him so he could pull the wet towel from her body. He wiped her body one last time, enjoying the moan that escaped her when he took his time stroking between her legs. When he looked into her eyes, she was smiling up at him.

“You little devil,” she whispered, laughing at the twinkle in his eyes as he looked up at her and smiled.

He just chuckled and leaned forward to pull back the covers of their bed and help her to lie down. He stepped back and smiled at her, his body reacting noticeably to his wife’s naked body.

“Need some help with that, cowboy?” Rachel smiled, reaching up tiredly to touch him gently, wrapping her hand around his hardness.

“Baby, you need to rest,” Sam told her, pulling away from her reluctantly. “We’ll have plenty of time to play after you take a nap.”

“Come to bed with me, Sam,” she told him, yawning tiredly.

Sam laughed softly and walked around the bed to climb in beside her. When he was settled next to her, she turned to snuggle against him. He searched for her breast with his right hand as he closed his eyes and held her to him. They were both asleep within minutes—content, happy, and very much in love.

* * * *

Sam woke up suddenly. Something was not right. He reached out for Rachel and realized that she was not in bed beside him. He bolted upright and was about to jump from the bed to find her when the bathroom door opened and Rachel stepped into the bedroom, her nude body bathed in the light of the doorway.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked her quietly, pulling back the blankets for her as she slowly walked toward the bed and climbed in beside him.

She snuggled against him and nodded, relaxing a little as he pulled the covers over them both and settled beside her. Her face was tight with worry, and he knew something was wrong. He looked up and brushed the hair from her face, worried by her serious expression.

“Rachel, honey, what’s wrong?” he asked her. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” she told him. “I just feel a little restless.”

Sam passed his hand across her forehead, trying to ease the tension he saw on her brow. “Are you having any pains?” He kissed her cheek gently then ran his hand down her body to rest it gently against her abdomen.