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with anyone.”
    Her lips lifted into the sexy, sultry smile he loved so much. “Is that right?”
    “You know it.”
    “How about you prove it.”
    “Haven’t I already proven it multiple times?”
    “I’m not yet fully convinced.”
    “In that case…” He began at her neck, kissing her until she squirmed under him, aroused as always by any attention he paid to that area. Moving down, he focused next on her breasts with gentle strokes of his tongue to her nipples that had her moaning and arching her hips. “So sensitive when you’re pregnant. I love it.”
    “I honestly think I could come from that alone.”
    “Want to try?”
    “Not this time, but maybe next time.”
    “Ah, something to look forward to.”
    Her fingers combed through his hair, always trying to bring order to shaggy locks that refused to be tamed.
    Owen kissed the small bump protruding from her belly. Their babies were in there, getting bigger and stronger every day, and he was counting down the days until they got to meet them. He settled between her legs, propping them on his shoulders and ensuring her comfort before he opened her to his tongue.
    Her sharp gasp of pleasure was nearly his undoing. She was always so responsive to him, so willing, so loving. And she wondered why he felt incredibly lucky to have earned her love. How could he not feel lucky to be married to such an amazing woman who was beautiful inside and out, not to mention strong, resilient and incredibly joyful? Her infectious joy had filled his life with the kind of happiness that had eluded him before her.
    He stroked her with his tongue and slid his fingers into her, aided by the flood of moisture between her legs.
    “Owen,” she said, panting, “come up here. I want you.”
    “Not yet.” He redoubled his efforts, not letting up until she came with the sharp cry of pleasure he lived for. Then he moved up, kissing her as he went.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him into a deep, passionate kiss. He never broke the kiss when he took himself in hand and began to push into her, moving slowly to give her time to accommodate him. Going slow when she was hot and wet and tight around him was the purest, sweetest form of torture he’d ever known.
    Laura broke the kiss and drew in a deep breath. “So much more than your share.”
    “There it is! Every time.”
    She smiled up at him. “It’s tradition now.”
    Owen hooked his arm under her leg and bent it toward her chest, mindful of the babies who rested between them. The new position opened her and eased his entry. “Ah, God, Laura… So good. Always so good.”
    “Owen…”
    “What, honey?”
    “I need you to move.”
    “Are you sure? Are you sore from last night?”
    “A little. Doesn’t hurt, though.” She cupped his ass and pulled him deeper into her, a move that made him see stars.
    “Christ,” he whispered. “You almost finished me off with that maneuver.”
    She giggled softly, and he melted on the inside. He loved the way they laughed all the time, even when making love. “Give me what I want. I’m your wife, and you have to obey me.”
    “Oh damn, what’ve I signed on for?”
    “A lifetime as my sex slave.”
    “I can live with that.” He picked up the pace but kept a tight rein on the desire pounding through him as he lived in mortal fear of ever hurting her. He’d rather die than do anything to cause her pain of any kind.
    “ Yes .” She moaned and arched into him. “Like that.”
    She brought him right to the brink with the way she moved and the way she sighed and moaned and gripped him from the inside. This was going to be fast, and he wanted to make sure she was with him, so he reached down to where they were joined, pressed his fingers to her clit and watched her ignite under him. That was all it took to finish him off, too.
    Because he was so much bigger than she was, he didn’t dare flop down on top of her. Rather, he used the last of his strength to turn them so she