Colt spreads the cocoa butter evenly over my baby bump, leaving a glistening sheen of warmth coating my belly. He’s careful not to stain my bra with the oil as he lovingly runs his fingers over my skin. I’m so lucky.

“I feel for Julia. I can’t imagine being overdue. I’m tired of being pregnant now! I bet you’ll be happy when I get my old figure back. I know I will.” I wiggle my toes and stretch my neck to try to see them over my big hump. “Give it to me straight, do I still have toes?”

Colt laughs and looks down at my feet. “Well, I’ve been wondering how to tell you this for a while now, but some of them have fallen off in the last couple weeks.”

“I knew it! Are you still gonna love me when they’re all gone?” I look up at his hazel eyes, and my smile fades as I get drawn in by their magnetic pull.

“Isabella, I would love you no matter what. It doesn’t matter how your figure looks, or how old you get, or even how many toes you have.” His voice is soft and reassuring. “As long as I have you and our children, I’ll be a happy man.”

“Thank you.” I cast my eyes away, overwhelmed with the love I have for him. “You make me happy too, even when I’m as big as a house and about as sexy as a jar of whale blubber.”

“Whale blubber, eh? That’s not how it looks from where I’m sitting. I see the glowing rosy skin and the glossy hair of the woman carrying my baby. With her perfect lips.” He leans over me and kisses me as soft as a whisper in a summer breeze. “And those perfect eyes.” Colt’s thumb grazes over my eyebrow and I look back up at him from under my eyelashes. “You look like a slice of heaven, not whale blubber.”

I squirm as his eyes drift down over every inch of my body with the glint of longing blazing in them.

“God, you’re sexy. Just looking at you makes me hard.”

I look down between his legs. He isn’t lying. The unmistakable bulge pressing against his pajama pants confirms his story. Colt leans in and kisses the soft skin of my neck, but then stops abruptly.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know, I overheard you and Julia talking about how sex can bring on labor. Maybe I should keep my hands to myself? I don’t want to make the baby show up early.”

“Oh, that. Colt, that’s just an old wives’ tale!” I wave my hand. “Julia is just desperate. She’ll try anything at this point.”

He doesn’t need much convincing. He accepts my answer readily and goes back to slowly tasting my lips as our tongues tease each other in a sweet dance. Colt drags his lips down over my chin and down to the hollow of my neck, the heat of his breath lingering on my skin. He kisses down over my breasts, but leaves my bra in place and continues trailing his lips down. I watch as he kisses a trail of quick kisses over my shiny belly, climbing up one side and disappearing down the other as his head ducks down to the fabric of my panties.

I moan and roll my hips forward as his fingers slip beneath the sheer fabric, and he slides them down my legs, letting them fall from his fingertips to the floor without taking his eyes off my wet pussy. His hazel eyes burn with desire as I watch him dip down out of sight again. Colt slowly pushes his tongue in past my lips, opening me like a flower, and savors my nectar.

I throw my head back into the pillow and relish in the delight as he kisses me softly, his tongue flattening against my sensitive nub. Pure electric heat rushes over my skin as he laps at me again and again until I’m covering my mouth with both of my hands to keep myself from screaming with ecstasy. I laugh when his head reappears over my belly. It’s so absurd that he can hide behind my bump.

I shimmy up on my pillow, using my elbows to prop myself up and watch as he pulls the waistband of his pajama pants over his hard member. A smile spreads over my lips as it sways a little when he throws them to the floor. Settling between my legs, he kneels in front of me and guides his thick member to my entrance. He slides just the tip inside my mound and slips it up and down the length of my pussy, coating his cock with my juices. Colt’s eyes lock with mine and beyond the desire I can see something else shining through—love. We keep our gaze steady as he slowly slides his shaft into me, making me full inside.

Since I’ve met Colt, we’ve had some of the hottest sex I’ve ever experienced. The way he dominates in the bedroom is like no man I’ve ever met, but tonight as he makes love to me, I see a different side to him. The tenderness in his touch is strangely erotic in a way I’ve never experienced before. Just being able to feel how much he loves me through his skin, in his kisses, and in his touch brings me close to the edge.

As we climax, I feel like we are the only two people in the world. When he pulls out, he drops down on the pillow beside me and cups my cheek, guiding my face to his. His kiss is like honey, sweet and simple. I nuzzle into his chest as he wraps his arms around me, so the only sound I can hear in the world is his beating heart.

“I love you, Isabella. That won’t change until the day I die.”

“I love you too, Colt,” I murmur against his chest, breathing in his masculine scent. With the heat of his body pressed against me and his heartbeat playing a lullaby, it isn’t long until my eyelids grow heavy and I drift off into a deep, relaxing sleep.