Meet Me In Alaska (BWWM Pregnancy Romance) by Tasha Jones Read Free Book Online

in his arms, and a rush of need and emotion came over me. As soon as our eyes locked, his lips were on mine. My mouth opened to let him in, and if any of the people from town had walked by at that moment, they might not consider me such a good and honorable physician.
    The best part was that I didn’t care. Eric Langdon made everything else fade into the background of my life. I took his cowboy hat off and held it behind his back. His hands grasped the back of my head where my hair was wound up tightly. We were getting carried away, the light tapping of the rain the only sound except for our ever-urgent kisses.
    Without a word, Eric held me with one arm while he unlocked the front door with the other one. Then he surprised me by lifting me with one arm and taking my crutches in the other and carrying all of it into the house, shutting and locking the door behind him. He never set me down, but he only got me to the couch before attempting to set me down gently.
    “I hated leaving you, Malia. I could barely concentrate on the business back at the ranch. I could still smell you on me and taste you in my mouth. Even one of my ranch hands asked me if everything was okay. That snapped me out of it for a while, but as soon as I got your text, there you were again. I couldn’t get out of there and over here fast enough. You’re so damn beautiful and smart, and you keep me on my toes.”
    I couldn’t even get a word in before he lifted me again and spun us around so that he was sitting on my couch and I was straddling his lap. My sopping wet coat was quickly thrown aside along with my cotton shirt. I pulled his navy blue pocket t-shirt over his head because I wanted skin-to-skin contact. He reached around and struggled briefly with the hooks on my bra, but when he finally freed my breasts, his lips locked around one of my nipples.
    I took in a sharp breath, shocked by the sudden contact. My hands went to the back of his head, holding him in place as he flicked my nipple with his tongue. Eric’s hand made quick work of the button on my jeans. His hand slipped down the front of them and beneath my lace boy shorts, sending a shock of electricity through me as his fingers moved through my folds.
    His mouth went to my neck, hot and wet, and all I could do was hold on as his finger slipped inside of me. I started to ride his hand, unable to control my need for him and the release I knew he could bring. The tip of his finger flicked against my g-spot, causing me to lose any sense of dignity or control I was trying to hold on to. I rocked against him, claiming his mouth hungrily as I searched for my release.
    "Just let go, Doc. Give it to me. That's right." He pushed his hand against me and rubbed me just the right way to set me completely free. I dug my nails into his shoulders as wave after wave hit me.
    Eric stood up suddenly, lifting me with him, and spun us around so that I was on my back on the couch. He worked quickly to remove his worn leather belt and jeans that were dusty from the morning work on the ranch. Soon he stood before me in nothing but a pair of plaid boxers. The muscles in his stomach and chest were the kind that only came from hard labor. I reached up and traced a scar that ran down from one of his hip bones past the waistband of his boxers. It made me pause for a minute and look up into his green eyes. I saw them cloud over a bit, and I knew it was something he didn't want to discuss. Instead, he slipped the boxers off and threw them to the side before positioning himself between my legs.
    I could see him purposefully trying to keep all his weight on his arms and off of me, still afraid of worsening my already-fragile frame. In that moment, though, I didn't care. I just needed him inside me again. It seemed like everything else went away when we got lost in each other.
    He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth at the same time that he entered me. I cried out from the full feeling, aching for him to keep