Pleasure, Pregnancy and a Proposition by Heidi Rice Read Free Book Online

breath by the time they reached her flat—which probably had more to do with the weight of his hand on the small of her back than with physical exertion.
    She found her keys again, but couldn’t find the lock in the darkness, as his fingers trailed over her nape. He pushed the heavy weight of her hair to one side and his lips nibbled across the back of her neck. The keys clattered onto the floor.
    He laughed and bent to pick them up. ‘We better get this open,’ he said softly, ‘before we get carried away.’
    The front door duly opened, she gasped as he swept her into his arms to carry her over the threshold. His handsome face looked determined in the dim light, his harsh breathing matching her own. She clung on to his neck and tried to stop shivering. If she got much more excited she’d pass out and ruin everything.
    He let her down slowly. The wide flowing skirt of her dress rode up, the bare skin of her legs brushing the stiff new denim of his jeans. Her back bumped against the wall as his hand stroked up her thigh.
    ‘You’ve been driving me wild all evening,’ he mumbled as his lips skimmed the sensitive skin under her ear. ‘I want you so much.’ His voice shook with an urgency that both shocked and thrilled her. ‘Tell me you feel the same,’ he demanded.
    ‘Yes.’ She choked out the word, dragging him closer as his hands explored her inner thigh. His thumb traced the edge of her panties and then his fingers pulled the lace aside and plunged into the wet heat. She sobbed, quivering, unable to believe the sensations as he circled and rubbed at the heart of her. The licks of flame flared into a raw, molten heat.
    She tensed, grasped his arm, bucking under his stroking fingers as the flames burned hotter, shocked by the intensity. ‘Please—don’t. It’s too much,’ she cried, sure she was about to leap over some unknown precipice and shatter into a million jagged pieces.
    ‘Shh…’ His fingers slowed, retreating slightly. ‘Let go, Louisa,’ he said, his voice coaxing. ‘It’ll be good, I promise.’
    He flicked over the nub again, and she jerked as the consuming heat seared through her.
    ‘I can’t,’ she said, embarrassment warring with need. He must think she was mad, but she couldn’t do it. Shecouldn’t let go and risk plummeting into the unknown. Her thigh muscles tensed even more. She sucked in a breath, humiliation tightening her throat.
    What a great time to find out she was frigid—when her own personal Prince Charming had his hand down her knickers.
    ‘Just relax a minute,’ he said, his fingers still circling lazily, but mercifully not touching The Spot. She could see the small lines round his eyes in the half-light. Was he smiling at her? Did he think she was funny? Or, worse, inadequate?
    She shrank back. Oh, this was hideous. She’d never felt more exposed in her life. ‘Maybe we should take a raincheck on the coffee?’ she whispered, her chest imploding as she tried to wriggle out of his embrace.
    He drew his hand up and placed it on her hip, trapping her. ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked.
    ‘I’m not in the mood any more,’ she said, staring at his chest.
    He tucked his forefinger under her chin, lifted her gaze to his. ‘You were so close, and then you tensed up. What happened?’
    She shook her head, chewed her bottom lip to stop it trembling. ‘Does it matter?’ she murmured, utterly devastated.
    He cupped her face in his palm, ran his thumb across her cheekbone. Her heart clutched tight. The tenderness, the understanding she saw in his face, made her want to weep.
    ‘Of course it matters,’ he said. ‘Look, all you need to do is relax.’ His hands settled on her shoulders, massaged the rigid muscles. ‘You’re all knotted up,’ he said, firm fingers digging into the knots. ‘No wonder you couldn’t come.’
    Slowly, very slowly, as his fingers worked their magic,kneading her shoulders, skimming up and down her neck, the tight balls of muscle