Pregnant In Prosperino by Carla Cassidy

Lana was somebody well-liked and respected in the community.
    He also found himself anticipating later that night, when they were in his bed and he could hold her warm body against his.
    It was strange, he’d always thought making love to somebody new was a turn-on, that the novelty and discovery of an initial joining was the peak of excitement and repeating the experience with the same woman only became mundane.
    He’d been wrong. Making love to Lana night after night had not become mundane or boring, rather his pleasure had been increased by learning and memorizing her sweet responses to his various touches. There was definitely something positive to say about familiarity.
    Gazing at her, he noticed how the candlelight positively loved her, caressing her features with a golden softness and dancing like fireflies on the length of her hair.
    When he’d first seen her in that dangerous red dress, he’d wanted to forget dinner, forget leaving the house and instead sweep her into the bedroom and tear the garment off her.
    As they’d eaten their meal, he’d been aware of other men looking at her, coveting her with heated gazes and again he’d felt the same curious thrill of possession that he’d felt when he’d seen the young Clayton stammering and blushing.
    These men could look all they wanted, but she was coming home with him. She would be in his bed, in his arms, kissing his mouth before the night was over.
    â€œAre you ready to go?” he asked when he’d paid their bill and they’d finished their coffee.
    She nodded, dabbed her lips with her napkin, then stood.
    It was just after eight-thirty when they stepped out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk. “You want to walk a little bit?” he asked, then grinned. “I definitely ate too much.”
    In truth, the anticipation of making love to her filled him up, but his stomach felt heavy from the meal. Besides, a little walk would merely serve to further whet his appetite for her.
    â€œMe, too. A walk sounds good,” she agreed.
    They started off at a leisurely pace, and it only seemed natural that he reach out and grab her hand in his. He liked her hands. They were soft and delicately feminine. She had long fingers with short, butwell-manicured nails. And he knew what those hands could do to him—stroke, caress, touch him with a heat that boiled his blood.
    â€œThis is my favorite time of the day,” he said, noting the sun was well into its descent, giving the landscape a golden glow.
    â€œWhy now?” she asked.
    â€œI don’t know. This is about the time I take my final walk around the ranch, check the progress of our work and feel a nice sense of accomplishment over what we’ve done for the day. Dusk has always been the time I take a few minutes and reflect.”
    â€œMy moments of reflection come just before I close my eyes to go to sleep,” she explained. “I think about the day gone and the one I’ll face when I open my eyes.”
    He smiled at her wryly. “I imagine since living with me, you fall asleep before you have time to reflect.”
    â€œWhy do you say that?” she asked.
    â€œYou do so much during the days. The house is always clean, my clothes are always washed and smell wonderful, each night you cook a terrific meal. You’ve got to be exhausted when you fall into bed at night.”
    Her eyes twinkled with a slightly naughty glow. “But not too exhausted for other things.”
    Chance laughed, his blood heating to dangerous temperatures. “I’ve created a monster.”
    It was her turn to laugh, then she sobered and her cheeks pinkened slightly. “Seriously, I had no idea itwould be this way.” The blush on her cheeks intensified. “I had no idea I’d like it so much.”
    â€œThat’s because I’m an exceptionally skilled and magnificent lover,” Chance teased.
    â€œI think you might be