After he pulled out she wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the bed, but there was a baby she'd been working on for seven months in the way. With a deep sigh and a tight groan, she rolled onto her back and let the mattress take her weight, one arm flung over her sweaty forehead as she panted her breath back into battered lungs. She could feel her heart beating between her legs still, feel the echo of him there.
When he spoke, she had to laugh. Just a laugh with her breath, an ironic little one through her nose. Good. Hah. She gave him a wry smile in return, turning her head to look at him. "Are you?"