The Silver Bride

'Me too...' In the spacious shower cubicle, she leaned up against him beneath the energizing beat of the water. Weak and hungry as her treacherous body was, anxiety still pierced her thoughts. She wouldn't be perfect much longer. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts were already fuller. Their baby would soon wreak havoc with the taut, slim figure he liked so much.

Her waistline would thicken; her stomach would swell. Would Dior still find her attractive then? 'I'm going to look like a balloon in a few months,' she muttered helplessly, unable to keep her fear to herself.

'Hmm...' Dior sighed, sliding a reflective hand down over her still flat tummy, letting his fingers splay and linger. 'I'm looking forward to showing you off.' 'Showing me off?' Stella echoed weakly. Dior sank on the comer seat and tugged her down on top of him. Angling his handsome head back, he luxuriated in the warm jets of water hitting them from all directions before he looked at her again.

A slashing grin slated his wide, sensual mouth then. 'I think it must be a guy thing, agape Mou. You have my baby inside you. That's a hell of a turn—on.' 'It is?' Taken aback by that assurance, Stella stared at him. Eyes flaming to molten gold, Dior deftly shifted her so that she sat astride him. With amus.e.m.e.nt, he watched her register the strength of his arousal for herself.

'Oh...' Suddenly bereft of breath, Stella found her own hopelessly susceptible body reacting with violent enthusiasm to the sensual masculine threat of his. Dior cupped her damp cheekbones and took her mouth with hot, hungry brevity that sizzled through her every nerve-ending. 'So what are we going to do about it?' he husked. Anything you want,' she whispered, barely able to keep her voice steady.

And, with a hungry groan of satisfaction, he took her at her word. The urgency of his need both shocked and excited her. In the aftermath of her shattering climax, she was still trembling as he toweled her dry. By then Dior was apologizing and then laughing at the same time.

'Don't you ever tell anyone that our marriage was consummated in a shower,' he breathed. 'I'd never hold my head up again!' 'Why?' He laid her down on the magnificent bed.

'I should have been more romantic. It's our wedding night,' he reminded her with a rueful glint in his eyes that had so much appeal it tugged at her heart. 'But the thought of m.a.k.i.n.g. .l.o.v.e without contraception for the first time in my life made me rampant!'

'Rampant works like magic with me,' Stella confided with a giggle, tugging him back down to her with possessive hands, surrendering to her overpowering need to keep in constant physical contact.