The Army Doc's Baby Secret

She rocked against him, slowly and deliberately, revelling in the low growl that escaped his throat, recognising the familiar, mad heat that surged though him, making his whole body tauten against hers. And then she tilted her head, angling for a better fit, and repeating the kiss between them.

Zeke resisted for one moment more, and then...he stopped fighting her. And it was like unleashing a tsunami. His hands cupped her jaw, he deepened the kiss and he merely took. Demanded. Whilst Tia gave herself up to him completely.

His mouth plundered hers, feasting on her as though he couldn’t get enough, making her dizzy with a feverish longing. She had no idea how long he kept kissing her, his hands cradling her face then tangling into her hair, sweeping down her back, then grazing up her chest until she was arching wantonly into him.

‘Lift up,’ he commanded huskily, and when he cradled her backside, instinct made her raise her legs to wind around his hips, shivering as he pulled her so deliciously onto him.

Velvet against steel.

He carried her across the room and to the bed, lowering her d

own and covering her body with his own, the molten expression in his eyes scorching her from the inside out. Her body shifted over the bed, and her heart thundered in her ears.

Zeke wanted her. Every bit as much as she wanted him. And the mere anticipation was enough to make her begin to lose herself. To wonder, somewhere on the edges of her consciousness, if she would make it out alive this time.

As if he could read her mind, Zeke bent his head and drew one aching nipple into his mouth, like a shot right from her breast and through her body to her very core. He grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin before sucking on it deeply, intense pleasure and exquisite pain all at once.

Tia lost herself completely.

There was nothing but her and Zeke. The way it had been a decade earlier, before real life had begun to get in the way and over-complicate things. When they had let their hearts rule their heads, and when they had acted on glorious impulse and eloped.

When they had simply felt love.

Still, his mouth, his hands, teased her. Tracing whorls over her bare skin, almost reverently, as though he was taking his time to relearn her. Perfect and intoxicating. And every time he teased her, grazing his teeth over her with just the right balance between gentleness and roughness, a fresh jolt of lust clutched at the apex of her legs.

‘It’s been five years,’ she groaned softly. ‘Don’t you think that’s long enough to wait?’

‘It’s been over five years,’ he corrected, his hoarseness betraying him. ‘I don’t intend to rush this like I did back at the lifeboat station.’

Before she could answer, he moved over her again, shedding the last of her clothes and dropping hot, lingering kisses down between her breasts, to her belly button and lower. Much lower.

The storm that had been building between them ever since that first moment in her new office back in Delburn Bay closed in on her with lightning speed. Only that time, Zeke had been in control. Now she was determined that it would be her.

Not just because she wanted to. But because she had to. She had to prove to Zeke that she’d meant what she’d said when she’d told him she hadn’t cared about his lost leg. That he wasn’t any less of a man to her. He never had been.

With a superhuman effort she pressed her hands against his chest.

‘My turn,’ she whispered, pushing him away and onto his back. Savouring the fact that he let her.

And then she was astride him, her hands acquainting themselves with every solid, contoured muscle of his chest and stomach, as impressive as it always had been. Her mouth following suit, she took her time, letting her hair slide over his skin until he was scarcely able to conceal the way even those defined edges quivered slightly for her.

Carefully, deliberately, Tia worked her way down to his waist, stopping short at the low band where his towel still clung to his hips. He was ready for her, beneath it. Excitement rippled through her. She felt almost wild. But this was about more than just the sex. This was about proving something to him, as well.

Edging backwards, she moved down his legs until she was at his ankles.

‘What are you doing?’ he demanded gruffly.

‘Shh, just wait,’ she murmured, meeting his gaze, holding it.

Without breaking eye contact Tia reached up and curled her fingers around the sleeve art, rolling it down with all the reverence that she might have rolled a condom onto his proud, unabashed sex.

‘Tia...’

‘Trust me?’ It was meant to be a command, but it came out more as a soft plea.

Zeke paused, his eyes narrowed a fraction, before offering an almost imperceptible inclination of his head.

Tacit acquiescence.