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

began to release. He kissed her jaw, found her mouth, and on a long breathless sigh she let him in. Warmth flowed between her thighs.
    His thumbs brushed over her breasts. Her nipples tightened at the slight touch.
    ‘You see—you can do it,’ he said, satisfaction deepening his voice.
    He kissed her again, his tongue delving deep now, possessing her as he pushed his jacket off her shoulders.
    ‘I want to see you, Louisa,’ he murmured as he stepped back.
    She let him tug the bodice of her dress down and undo her bra, glad of the comforting shadows. Her chest heaved as he pulled the pink lace away, baring her to his gaze. His fingers stroked the top of her breasts as he stared at them, and she shivered.
    She should feel exposed, embarrassed. She was practically naked, after all, and he was still fully dressed. But as his eyes met hers the stormy grey glittered with appreciation and she felt need twist and clutch in her belly.
    He bent his head and lifted the peak to his lips. He licked, and then teased the hard bud with his teeth until it went rigid with desire. At last he took the nipple in his mouth and gave it the strong suction she craved. She swayed as pleasure battered her in slow, slumberous waves. Then he turned his attention to her other breast, subjecting it to the same delicious torture. Small sobs clogged her throat as she slid into the hoped-for oblivion.
    ‘Okay, let’s get to the heart of the matter,’ he whispered. His breath feathered the wet flesh of her breasts as he dipped to hook his fingers in the waistband of her panties and drag them down. She stepped out of them, her legs shaking.
    He lifted the hem of her dress and cupped her sex, pressing the heel of his palm against her.
    She fisted her hands in his hair, dragged him to her for a fervent, thankful kiss. He kept her suspended for ever, it seemed. The desire grew, the anticipation mounting to impossible proportions as his hand rubbed and the soft cotton of his T-shirt brushed against her swollen nipples. She moved her hips, trying to push herself into his palm. At long last his fingers sank into the slick folds, seeking, tempting. She jerked as he touched The Spot, the sensation electric.
    ‘Don’t panic,’ he murmured. ‘We’re going to take it slowly this time.’
    He began an inspired rhythm, stroking and then retreating, until she was hyperventilating for real. But this time she was drawn to the brutal precipice, happy to race towards it and fling herself over. She soared free, sobbing out her release as her whole body splintered apart in a glorious, pyrotechnic explosion.
    ‘You see? That wasn’t so hard, was it?’ he said, his voice teasing as she buried her head in his neck, her body shaking with the final throes of orgasm.
    He smelt delicious, she thought, as a great big silly grin spread across her face. So that was how it was done! She felt as if she’d just conquered the universe.
    He framed her face in his hands, looked into her eyes. ‘How about we do that again? Together this time?’
    ‘Sounds like a plan,’ she said through her grin.
    He laughed, pushing the hair behind her ears. ‘I’d take you to bed,’ he said, ‘but we’d never get there in time.’
    Shifting away, he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. His hands shook as he got out a small foil packet.
    Her gaze dipped to the impressive ridge in his jeans.Fascinated, she reached forward to run her fingernail down the straining denim. He grasped her wrist, though, and jerked back
    ‘Better not,’ he said, the husky tone thick with tension. ‘I don’t want to disappoint you.’
    She wanted to tell him he couldn’t possibly disappoint her. Didn’t he know she adored him? But then all thoughts fled out of her head as he undid his zip and rolled on the condom. Her thighs tensed, the rush of renewed pleasure stunning her. Had she ever seen anything so magnificent?
    He lifted her easily, wrapping his arm under her hips and wedging her back against the