The Surgeon's One-Night Baby

And then, suddenly, he was all too shamefully close. As though he was the kind of overexcited adolescent he’d never actually been.

Wrenching himself from her touch, Kaspar ignored her cry of protestation and scooped her up into his arms even as he shut the water off with a flick of his wrist.

‘I wasn’t finished.’

‘I nearly was,’ he growled, which only seemed to elicit an exceptionally cheeky grin from Archie.

‘That’s why I wasn’t done. So where are we going instead?’

‘Where do you think?’ Kaspar demanded, carrying her through to his bedroom and depositing her carefully on the enormous bed.

He’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted Archie. In some dark recess, a voice asked whether he thought he’d ever get enough of her, and alarm bells jangled so loudly there might as well have been a belfry in there.

But he refused to heed them. Instead he muffled the sound.

Still, even as he moved over the bed next to Archie, his hands cradling the beautiful swell to her body, he couldn’t help checking.

‘Are you sure about this?’

‘I’ve been ready for months,’ she groaned, but it was softened with a smile.

The tremble of her body almost sent him over the edge again.

Dropping his head, his lips sought hers, demanding, claiming her as if her mouth was his to take, tilting his head until the fit was perfection itself. As though he could kiss her for ever and never tire of it. Archie looped her arms around his neck, pressing her body, her bump, against him. Not too tight, just enough, as his hands caressed her belly. The fire between them was hotter than ever, threatening to burn out of control at any moment.

Ignoring the deep, heavy throb still clutching at his sex, Kaspar lavished attention on her. When he’d finished kissing her mouth, he moved to her jaw, her ear, her neck, inching his way down her body until she was arching into him and wordlessly begging him for more. When his lips finally alighted on her breast, pulling one exquisite nipple into his mouth as she gasped in pleasure, he at last allowed his hand to wander lower.

She groaned again, her voice an insubstantial whisper.

‘Kaspar, I need you to...’

‘To what?’ he demanded mercilessly, his mouth still full of her soft flesh, his fingers tracing an intricate pattern over her hips.

‘To...touch me.’

‘I am touching you.’ He switched his attentions to her other breast, half enjoying himself, half fighting the urge to pull her on top of him and slide inside her. Finally branding her as his.

Just like he had that first night.

‘Not there,’ she managed hoarsely.

‘Ah.’ He allowed his fingers to wander to the top of her thigh, repeating the pattern on the outer side. ‘Here?’

‘Kaspar,’ she moaned, shifting on the bed, subconsciously parting her legs for him, drawing him in.

‘Here?’ he teased, moving his hand back up until it was stroking her abdomen again.

He lifted his head and she caught his gaze. But this time, instead of the needy sound that threatened to undo him, she pursed her lips into a sinful grin, her hooded eyes were loaded with wanton need.

‘Perhaps you need a little reminder,’

she murmured, moving her own hand down to flutter over him, his body reacting instantly.

He heard the guttural sound, but it took a moment to realise it was him. Her touch was like some exquisite torture. He’d never known it was possible to ache quite like this. Too incredible to be bad yet too painful to be good.

He sought out her core. So slick, and hot, and ready. His fingers played with her, moving over her at a pace that was faster than he would have liked but he couldn’t seem to stop himself, especially at Archie’s soft, urgent moans. And then he didn’t know who moved first, him or her, but Archie was astride him, one of his hands on her belly and one cupping a heavy, perfect breast.

‘Condoms?’ she muttered.