Sabrina lay in the middle of the rumpled bedding struggling to remember how to breath normally. Sean lay beside her, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. As she stared up at the fan spinning in lazy circles above them she wondered why she’d waited this long to do that. Oh, yeah. No one she’d cared to get that close to before. And as much as she wanted children, she’d never even dated anyone she cared to risk having them with before.

Now though? Not only could she see having kids with Sean, they’d already discussed it. And really, what was a two or three day head start? She tried to remember where she was in her cycle and figure out how likely that might be. Several seconds later she heaved a sigh and gave up.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I can’t think. You turned my brain to mush.”

“I did do a good job, didn’t I?”

“Not that you’re modest about it or anything.” She couldn’t help the satisfied smile that crept across her face.

“To hell with modest. It’s hard not to be smug after the way you screamed and begged for more.”

“I did not.” Okay, maybe she did. But she wouldn’t admit to it. Not yet. Maybe after a repeat performance. She’d wait until they could both breathe normally before suggesting that.

“You did too.” His voice held a light teasing note that she decided to let go, for now. They were quiet for a few minutes then Sean spoke again. “So, about that other bedroom. You’re welcome to use it, but it seems a little pointless now. All things considered.” He ran a work roughened finger along the side of her breast then flicked her nipple. She shivered, and he did it again. She turned her head to watch his face.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah,” he said with a grin. “I love how well you respond to me.”

“Hmm.” She narrowed her eyes at him and considered how to respond.

“You didn’t answer me.”

She frowned trying to remember what he’d asked her about. After a moment he took mercy on her.

“Are you going back to the other room or sleeping here?”

Oh. That. It hadn’t been a question, had it? “I can sleep here. But I need to clean up first.” She started to push herself upright, but stopped when there was an unexpected ache between her thighs.

“Here,” Sean rolled out of the bed with ease, “a hot bath will help that. Let me get it started.”

He disappeared into the bathroom she’d seen while looking around earlier, and she heard water running. She took a deep breath, preparing herself to get up and go in there. Half the battle was steeling herself to walk around in front of him with no clothes on. Before she’d managed it, he appeared next to the bed, still as naked as he’d been when he’d gotten up. “Up and at ‘em, baby. I added some Epsom salts to the water, that will help.” He took her hand and pulled her to her feet, then walked her into the bathroom. “I would have added some bubbles, but all I have is body wash, and it’s pretty manly smelling.”

“I wouldn’t have minded.” She was touched by his thoughtfulness. She sat on the edge of the tub and stuck her hand under the faucet to check the temperature. The tub was filling quickly with steaming water, but she was pleased to find it wasn’t too hot. She climbed in and sank down, sighing as it started to relax her sore muscles. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes only to jerk her head up right again when the water rose sharply.

“I didn’t think you’d mind.” Sean scooted around until he sat beside her.

“I don’t. There’s plenty of room in here for us both.”

He laid his arm along the edge of the tub behind her and she leaned into him, wondering how he would surprise her next.