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could feel it. She hated when he did this. It hadn’t happened in a long time but Mac had a misplaced idea about how vulnerable and fragile she was sometimes. It had faded before the pregnancy, but since he’d found out that she was expecting their first baby it had amped up again.
    “Come in here with me,” she said, running her fingers through her hair.
    The motion thrust her breasts forward and she knew her husband wouldn’t be able to resist getting closer.
    She was right.
    He shucked out of his pants, leaving his underwear on, and stepped into the shower with her.
    He grabbed the generic shampoo from the shelf and poured some into his palms. Sara turned to present her back to him and sighed with pleasure as his hands began massaging the shampoo into her hair, his fingers pressing deliciously against her scalp before spreading the suds along the long tresses. But it wasn’t long until his slippery hands slid over her shoulders and down to cup her breasts.
    His thumbs rubbed the stiff points and she reached back, her hands on his butt as she pressed against his erection.
    “How’s my hair smell now?” she asked huskily.
    She felt his deep breath.
    “Lemony,” he answered.
    She smiled and turned, tipping her head back to rinse the shampoo.
    His hands drifted over her waist to her hips, but he simply held her, watching.
    When the soap was gone, she looked up at him, trying to read his expression. He looked thoughtful. Not exactly hot or turned on, which frankly was a little tough on her ego.
    Whenever she was naked, he looked hot and turned on.
    “Mac?”
    “I could have lost you today.” He drew in a deep breath. “Jesus, Sara.”
    He almost never called her Sara. He called her Princess and honey.
    “You didn’t lose me. I’m here. I’m right here.” She put her hands at the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. He was a lot taller than her, even when she wore heels, which she definitely wasn’t at the moment. But he bent to meet her lips.
    The kiss wasn’t intended to be sweet. She needed to show him that she was fine, not fragile, not hurt. She was more than fine.
    She opened her mouth under his, stroking his lower lip with her tongue. He groaned and she felt his fingers curl into her hips as he brought her closer.
    Sara tipped her head, pressing her body against his.
    His hands moved to her butt and lifted her slightly, bringing her up against him more fully.
    “Make love to me, Mac,” she whispered against his lips. “I need you.”
    “You were just—”
    “I’m fine. I’m great.” And she’d prove it. She moved her mouth to his ear and bit his lobe gently. Then she moved her lips to his neck, then his collar bone and down to one nipple, where she licked, then sucked.
    One of his hands went to the back of her head. “Sara,” he said, roughly. “We shouldn’t—”
    “Everyone in the break room thought I was about to get some…including me,” she reminded him. “You better not back out now.”
    He chuckled lightly. “It doesn’t matter what they think.”
    She knew deep down that was true. What did matter was what Mac thought and right now he was consumed by thoughts about what could have happened, about a loss that he could have sustained. He needed to think about what he had, what was here and now, what was alive and well.
    She licked over his ribs and the well-defined muscles of his abs. She wanted him to lift her up against the shower wall and thrust deep. And she knew exactly how to make that happen.
    “Sara.” His hand tangled in her hair and he stopped her southward progression.
    But she on her knees, with her mouth at his belly button and she’d just slid his wet briefs out of the way. She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking then squeezing the hot shaft.
    “Yeah, babe?” she asked, lifting her eyes to his face as she clasped his throbbing erection.
    His hot gaze met hers. “I don’t remember.”
    “Was it something about me not feeling well or not