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stopped to ask – he would’ve stripped her down and made love to her right then and there. But with her belly between them, there was less room on the couch, and she knew he worried about her being uncomfortable, or even slipping off the edge. “Sure. But let’s hurry.”
    Somewhere between the couch and the bedroom, Jack’s shirt came off. As he pulled her gently onto the bed, his ridiculously trim torso rippled, striped with dark hair that made her mouth water just to look at. “I’ve been thinkin’ about this all day.”
    “So what else is new?” she teased as she reached for the fly of his jeans. “Have you even taken the time to think about anything else, like food?”
    “I ate lunch while you were at your interview,” he said dismissively as she pulled down his zipper and slipped a hand beneath the denim.
    “That was ages ago.” She’d eaten while he’d taken his cousins to their cabin, and the cousins had all been told to take whatever they pleased from the fridge and cupboards while Jack and Mandy had been out shopping.
    “Not hungry,” he said, flexing his hips as Mandy pressed her hand against his bare groin – he never wore underwear, claiming they were more trouble than they were worth to a shape-shifter – and let her fingers brush the stiff length of his shaft. His movement sent his cock pressing against her hand, hard and pulse-quickeningly hot.
    She wrapped her fingers around it, gripping him tightly, just like she knew he liked. “It’s not healthy to go all day without eating, Jack. It’s okay to think of yourself every once in a while.”
    “Damn,” he breathed as she slid her hand down his erection, stopping at the base and cupping his balls with her other hand. They were hot and heavy in her palm. “I’ll eat after this. Promise.” He had his eyes squeezed shut, as if absorbed in silent prayer that she wouldn’t stop.
    She would’ve giggled if he hadn’t looked so sexy. Instead, she stroked him, running a thumb over the rounded head of his cock.
    He opened his eyes and reached out without warning, beginning to unbutton her shirt. “I liked the way you were wearing this earlier today, after you got home from your interview.”
    Mandy blushed at the memory of how she’d traipsed out of the house with her shirt halfway unbuttoned, her pregnancy-enhanced cleavage exposed. “I bet you did, but I’m not so sure it’s the best look for first impressions.”
    Jack shrugged. “It was nice while it lasted.”
    She let him help her out of the sleeves, and her shirt was tossed to the floor, soon followed by his jeans. Naked, he was impossible not to stare at. She let her gaze wander all over his body, taking in every familiar line of lean muscle, every dark trail of hair. She reached for him again, pressing a hand against his inner thigh and leaning toward him. “Help me out of these pants?”
    “With pleasure.”
    The khakis were a pair she’d had for at least a year, but were low-waisted enough that she could still get away with wearing them. She preferred the low rise to the spandex embrace of pregnancy pants, and it certainly felt good when Jack’s fingers fumbled at the fly, undoing the button and slipping below to rub against the thin cotton of her panties. After a little teasing, he slid the pants down over her hips and legs, tossing them aside.
    He slipped his hand between her legs again, quicker than lighting. Through the fabric, he dragged his thumb over her clit, beginning a massage that was just past gentle.
    She sighed and focused all her senses on Jack’s touch as a tense pleasure began to envelop her, quickly inciting heat and dampness as he worked his magic. Propping herself up with her elbows against the mattress, she pressed a kiss against his shoulder. His skin tasted faintly salty with sweat from when he’d spent time splitting wood in the sunshine, but she didn’t mind. To her delight, he bent, seeking out her mouth with his as he continued to tease