“Matty,” Jane whispered, “what are you thinking?”
He smiled, kissed her navel before glancing up at her. “Barbaric thoughts.”
“You’re very pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
He laughed and slid up the length of her body. “I am. It’s such a powerful
visual to know that my seed is responsible for the life within you and the
incredibly arousing changes in your body.
“And, I, of course, have nothing to do with it?”
“Jane,” he whispered, “let me have my moment of male glory.”