It was reckless, crazy and I just didn't care anymore. "I want you, Jack. And I think you…"

It was all I got out before he was on his feet, hard muscled arms around me. He kissed me until I was weak and breathless. Then he caught my face between his hands. "I want you so fucking much, sweetheart. But I don't want to hurt you." His breathing was as ragged as mine. Suddenly the thin cotton fabric between us was almost more than I could bear.

"You won't," I panted, my hands against his hard, sculpted chest. "Not me, not her… I'm either pregnant or I'm not. We'll know in a few days. But tonight won't change that either way…"

"Holding you again was all I've been able to think about…," he rasped out. ‘There were times I didn't even care…"

His mouth was on mine, his hands on my flesh. In a second, he'd stripped off his clothes and mine. Then I was in his arms, the water lapping up his legs, splashing my bare ass. He carried me into the warm, dark water until we were half submerged. The water licked at my breasts and barely covered the head of his rock-hard cock. The stars were the only light, and reflected off the surface of the water. I could feel him more than I could see him. He reached down and lifted me, curving my thighs around his waist.

‘I want you to have control," he said, the words coming hard through clenched teeth. "So I'm not too deep. Not too much for you…"

I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning my heavy breasts on his chest. I reached below the water and took him in my hands. "You are too much," I panted. "And I want you so fucking deep."

"God, sweetheart…"

He thrust and my body swallowed him. I wrapped my legs tight, pushing my pussy down his shaft, taking as much of him as I could have. He was long and thick, but I was greedy. "God, yes," I was so slick inside and the seawater made me nearly weightless. He held my ass, letting me move on him… letting me take my fill. Giving me everything he had…

"Fuck, baby… you're so fucking tight, so fucking perfect." He had one hand under my ass and the other was around my breast. He licked and finally sucked my nipple. In seconds, I was so close… the orgasm threatening to spill over. "So fucking delicious inside… I knew it…"

Blind, driving need hit us both and I rode him in a frenzy. Like I couldn't get enough, even with him inside me, even with his hands all over my body. He held me as I bucked and writhed. His body fed me, giving and giving until I knew we were both ready to explode. His balls were huge and tight against me. I felt the first rhythmic spasm hit him and by the time his come was filling me up, I was lost in a pounding climax of my own. He was the single solid point in my universe, holding me as shuddering waves released me and I was helpless in his arms. It seemed he was all that kept me real and whole. Like without him, I might have floated off in the warm waves of the sea… drifted up to the stars…

"Libby, darling…" I opened my eyes to his face. He was a dark outline against the sky. He kissed me, softly, deeply. And he held me as the water bathed us both, pushing and pulling us. Swaying us gently. Then he gathered me into his arms and carried me. All the way into the house.

He dried me and wrapped me in a plush, velvety towel. Then he tucked me into bed and climbed in beside me. My head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me, the last thing I heard was his voice. Deep and gentle, he whispered.

"Goodnight little one. Sweet dreams."

I woke early, with Jack on his stomach, still sleeping beside me. His hair was rumpled, his arm over my belly protectively. I could hear the dull and constant sound of the ocean just outside. It felt like a dream, waking up here. In bed with my husband… the distant cries of the seagulls…

I rolled onto my side and Jack rolled with me. I snuggled my back into his chest and felt his erection warm against the inside of my thighs. I didn't regret a thing. And I knew it had been inevitable anyway. There was no way in hell we could have spent a month here alone together without giving in…

Sex with Jack had been like nothing I'd ever experienced in my life. Was it being pregnant that made it so fucking hot, so deeply satisfying? Or was it whatever was happening between the two of us?

The attraction had been instant and powerful, right from the start. And the fact that Jack was the hottest man I'd ever laid eyes on hadn't hurt. The contract was just a business deal, but it also meant living with him… And now sleeping with him…

He was the kind of guy any woman would fall for. And yesterday he'd put a ring on my finger and made his wedding vows. We were on our honeymoon and, fake marriage be damned, we'd consummated those vows. And it wasn't like we had to worry about possible consequences…

There were worse things in life than nine months with an incredible guy pampering me, treating me like a queen, letting me be a part of his family, even if it was only temporary. I'd signed on for all this and I was still sure I was doing the right thing. And if we got to have mind-blowingly incredible sex too… well, what was the problem? People fucked each other all the time with far worse intentions every day. Jack and I liked and respected each other. There wasn't anything wrong, for two consenting adults to be together. And yet something inside me was going off like a warning in the distance. Close enough to hear… far away enough to ignore…

His hand roamed my belly, cupping it easily. The other found my breast and he moaned, his erection growing steadily, pushing its way between my thighs. There was nothing but to rock back against him. He was kissing my neck, the curve between my shoulder blades. "Libby, darling girl…" The blunt head of his thick cock found my sweet spot. It was slick and waiting. He pushed in, slowly at first. Then steadily inch by long, delicious inch until he was buried and I was gasping. "Fucking… sweet… darling… girl…," his breath was hot in my ear as he stroked me in long, luxurious strokes.

"Relax and give in to it," he said in a voice that melted any doubts I might have had left. "And let me take care of you…" His slow, smooth movements were as hypnotic as his voice.

"This is going to last a long, long time."