The Army Doc's Baby Secret

Part of him expected Tia to wrench herself away. Another part of him expected her to slap him. Not a single part of him anticipated her groaning and melting against him as if she really couldn’t help herself.

In seconds, Zeke had moved their positions, bringing her around so that their bodies were against each other, his hands caressing her back. And she looped her arms around his neck and pulled herself in tighter, as though she could think of no objections.

As though she thrilled to his touch.

His Tia. His wife. His.

He ran his hands down her back, teasing and flirting with the sweet curve of her bottom, pulling her into him so that her heat pressed against where he ached for her most, and it did nothing to help his self-control that all he could remember was the way she had tasted the other day in her office, that glorious scent of her sex, slick just for him, and the way she had come apart so perfectly against his mouth.

‘Tia,’ he groaned, nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck.

His body howled at him to strip her naked, spread her out on his desk and thrust all the way home. To have her screaming his name as she had done every weekend they’d managed to snatch together during their marriage, when they’d barely been able to get out of bed most of the time.

The sex between them had never been an issue.

Belatedly, he realised that this was what she’d meant when she’d said they had barely known each other. They’d mistaken unashamed sex for being emotionally vulnerable. But right now, Zeke couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted to feel her around him, tight and wet, drawing him inside her until he filled her up.

He hooked his fingers under the hem of her cashmere top and hauled it over her head, the sinfully sexy lace bra making his body constrict all the more painfully. And then he spun her around so that his length was nestled between her buttocks as he cupped her breasts with one hand and undid the zip of her trousers with the other.

He heard her murmur of objection, muffled as she let her head fall back whilst he nuzzled the other side of her neck. Arching her back and pressing her breast into his aching palm.

‘So good,’ he muttered. ‘So damn perfect.’

And then he slid his hand into her trousers and his fingers stroked her sex as though it were the most precious thing he’d ever touched.

The jerk of her hips and her whimper of need was like a lick against his groaning body.

And then just as suddenly as it had begun between them, Tia wrenched herself away. Refastening her trousers and straightening her cashmere top.

Zeke knew what was coming. Was powerless to stop it.

‘This can’t happen again.’

‘You said that last time,’ he pointed out nonchalantly, as though her anger couldn’t faze him.

‘Well, this time, I mean it. We’re not kids any more, Zeke. We have responsibilities. I have a son.’

‘We have a son,’ he corrected quietly. Dangerously.

‘Indeed you do.’ Her eyes flashed just as lethally as she stalked around his study. ‘So you should damned well act like it. We’re here because you said you wanted to get to know your son. But stay away from me, for the rest of this trip.’

CHAPTER EIGHT

‘WHAT DO YOU do first?’ Tia asked the young lad, her brain fighting to function.

The sun was beating down on them, and with no shade it had already been a long morning of training exercises.

It didn’t help that she’d hardly slept in the few nights since that encounter with Zeke. Her mind had been buzzing for days, her body even more so. The worst of it was that, despite everything she had said to him about responsibility, she had imagined going back down to his study and finishing what they had begun.

‘Do a blood sweep.’ The soldier’s voice dragged her back to reality even as he checked down his make-believe patient, moving slow enough to give her time to respond.

‘You find blood on his upper-right leg.’

‘Check the casualty for holes.’

‘You find a gunshot wound,’ Tia told him, trying to focus on what was going on around her rather than in her head.

‘Okay, I’m going to apply arterial pressure whilst I put a tourniquet around his leg...here.’