The Ruthless Caleb Wilde

He tried to hold back.

She wouldn’t let him.

Because it wasn’t too quick.

Not for her.

Not for him.

He clasped her hands. Raised them above her head. Sank into her again. Drew back. Sank in deeper, deeper …

“Caleb,” she whispered, and his groan of release joined her cry of fulfillment as they flew off the edge of the world.

It seemed a long time before their breathing returned to normal.

“You okay?” Caleb said softly.

Sage smiled. “Yes.”

“The baby …?”

“The baby’s fine.”

He kissed her. Then he rolled to his side with her safely in his arms.

“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

She laid her hand against his cheek. “Positive.”

Slowly, he trailed his index finger over her lips, down her throat, touched each nipple with feathered strokes.

“You have beautiful breasts, sweetheart.”

She blushed. God, he loved that blush, he thought as he kissed his way down her body, to her belly.

And yes, it was ever so gently rounded.

“I just started showing,” she said softly, as if she’d read his mind.

Showing, he thought. Her belly. Her womb. His seed, and now, his child.

“It makes you look even more beautiful.”

She smiled again. “You think?”

“I know.”

“Mmm.” She wove her fingers through his hair. “Caleb?”

“Yes?”

“I really meant—I don’t want you to think—I mean, I don’t want you to feel—”

He silenced her with a kiss.

“This is our baby, Sage. I’m only sorry I wasn’t here for you before this.”

Her eyes filled with tears.