Clara's voice vibrated through his eardrums, setting off electric tremors through his nervous system that made James's pupils dilate further.
But...the baby...
As James tried to pull away, Clara clung tighter. His warning died unspoken as her lips sealed over his.
Between feverish kisses, syllables fractured against his mouth: "So itchy...I can't stand it...Don't go, please..."
James's last shred of resistance shattered. He devoured her mouth with single-minded intensity before trailing kisses down her throat, over her collarbone, lower...
His hand slid beneath her damp skirt, finding her molten core. The moment his palm brushed against her, Clara shuddered like a plucked bowstring.
Fingers circled twice before traveling upward, skimming her abdomen to cup her breast. His other hand
