He growled against her mouth. “Christ, woman.” They kissed urgently, the heat level rising, their hands roaming . . . “If we don’t stop,” he rasped, “I’m gonna get you pregnant right here, right now.”
Her eyes flew wide and she froze.
“That was a joke,” he said quickly, even as his erection throbbed against her belly.
“Well, wait.” Her hands went to hold his face. As he looked into her eyes, he could see something working behind them as she said, “What if we . . . I mean, you have agreed to be my donor . . . There’s more than one way to get me pregnant. And one way is a lot more fun than the other.”
Now it was his turn to go wide-eyed. He stopped cold and stared down at her, all flushed and gorgeous beneath him. “Can we do that?”
“Why not?” She shifted her hips only a drop, but the friction against him made him want to moan. “I mean . . .”
“I have to take tests, you said.” His brain was foggy with lust, and his body aligned with hers made it even harder to think. But he held her gaze. “What are you saying?”
“Well, if we do things at the clinic, it’s a limited number of attempts,” she said. “But if we do it the old-fashioned way . . . more attempts would mean a better chance of success, right?” She brought his head down to press his mouth to hers for another kiss. “Not to mention that we’re like a house on fire here . . . We’re both unattached, we’re clearly attracted to each other . . .”
“Ya think?” He ground his erection against her, making them both groan.
She kissed him, her hands on his face, stroking his beard as their tongues swirled and he pressed into her. “Is that weird?” she asked. “Would you be okay with that?”
“Would you be okay with that?” he countered. “Because I have no problem sleeping with you, lady. Right now, I want you so bad I can’t think straight, because what you’re suggesting makes total sense to me.”
She wrapped herself around him, her long legs and graceful arms, and kissed him passionately. He responded in a heartbeat, gladly sinking into her, holding her close and tight as they kissed. Her hips rocked against his erection and he groaned into her mouth.
But she pulled away. They were both panting, as breathless as if they’d run a sprint. “Wait. I guess we should talk to the doctor first. About doing it that way. The natural way. I guess?”
His whole body pulsed with want and need, but he nodded. “Probably.”
“Okay. Tomorrow. But tonight, you don’t have to stop kissing me yet . . .” She grinned, a mixture of adorable and seduction, and his insides flooded with fresh desire.
“Actually, I do,” he said when he found his voice. “Because I don’t want to stop, and if we need to talk to your doctor, make a plan . . . we should stop now.”
“Okay. Yes, all right.” Her fingers traced over his cheeks, along his beard. “But I really don’t want to, for the record.”
“Neither do I, for the record.” He smiled down at her in wonder. Her eyes were bright with desire, her cheeks flushed, her lips a bit swollen from their kissing. “You’re so damn beautiful, you know that?”
She smiled back and whispered, “So are you.”
He couldn’t help it, he lowered his head to kiss her again. He had to, he needed to. But he worked to bring down the heat, to kiss her slowly, until it was a sweet, tender exchange instead of an urgent blast of fiery need. “When we have sex for the first time,” he finally said, his voice low and deliberate, “it’s not going to be on the couch. I’m taking you in that big, fantastic bed of yours, you’re going to wrap those insanely gorgeous legs around me, and we’ll go all night.”
She gave a tiny shiver. “That sounds wonderful.” Her eyes locked on his. They were still wrapped in an embrace, and his hard-on hadn’t gone down, but they were breathing calmer. “Really, the more I think about it, it makes sense.”
“What does?”
“Your being my donor the old-fashioned way. If it’s here at home, instead of a clinical setting, I’ll be more relaxed. And the more times we try . . .”