The Secret Baby Scandal

Turning her hand over, he kissed her palm. She nearly gasped as he slowly suckled each fingertip, his hot tongue sliding into the gaps between her fingers.

Her nipples hardened, and an aching place low in her belly become agonizingly tight. He was repeating the long, languorous caress with her other hand, and she felt the slide of his tongue as he took each fingertip into his hot mouth, sucking gently. A low gasp escaped her.

He sat up, his legs splayed over her thighs, never looking away from her face as he pulled off his black T-shirt. She looked up in wonder. His chest was even more broad-shouldered and hard-muscled than she remembered. A scattering of dark hair stretched between his nipples and his taut, flat belly, pointing down to the waistband of his jeans like an arrow. She swallowed, her eyes wide. She could hardly miss seeing the shape of the enormous hard shaft beneath the dark denim, ready for her…

Sliding his hands down her legs, he pulled up the skirt of her blue sundress until it was bunched around her hips. He looked down at her simple white bikini panties and his breathing became a gasp. One hand reached for her panties as the other started to undo his fly. Then he froze.

Releasing his grip, he leaned forward and whispered, “I want to take you right now. Push myself all the way inside you in a single thrust.”

She trembled.

“But I’ve waited too long for that.” His voice was low, barely audible as she felt the soft movement of his lips against the flesh of her ear. “I’m going to make this worth my year of agony.”

He cupped her full, aching breasts through her dress. Plumping up the mounds of flesh, he kissed the skin along the edge of her neckline, moving his heavily muscled body over hers, grinding his hips against her. The secret place between her legs began to ache as it hadn’t for a year.

He’d been her only lover, and she still remembered how good it had been between them—how addictive, like sweet poison candy. This was even more explosive than she remembered. She shuddered as he slowly unbuttoned her dress and, pulling it off her body, dropped it to the tile floor, followed by her sandals. She was lying across his enormous bed dressed only in a simple white strapless bra and panties.

“You’re so beautiful,” he choked out. Using only his fingertips, he stroked down her body, from her collarbone to her belly. Caressing down her legs, he lifted one foot and nibbled gently on the bottom of the arch. Pure sensation shot through her, but before she could move he’d already started stroking back up her body, from the sensitive hollow beneath her knees to her inner thighs, and then, finally, to the mound between her legs.

She gasped, gripping the black silk sheets of the bed. He continued to move up her body. Pressing her full breasts together in the cotton bra, he took a sensual lick of the deep crevice between them. Deftly, he undid the back of her bra, and that, too, was dropped to the floor. He stared down in awe at her huge breasts, full and firm to the touch, cupping them with his hands. “I don’t remember this.”

“I’m still—nursing,” she gasped out.

He exhaled. Lowering his head, he kissed around the nipple of one breast, squeezing it gently. She sucked in her breath, her grip tightening on the sheets as he slowly moved down her body, kissing the length of her bare belly.

His wet, soft mouth slid down her bare hip, moving in a circular path to her upper leg and finally her inner thigh. He was teasing her, she realized, but her breath came in ragged gasps just the same. He pushed at the edge of her panties the tiniest bit, and she felt the warmth of his breath between her legs, at her deepest core. She felt so wet and ready for him. She choked out a moan, shifting her hips, desperate for him to push himself inside her…

Abruptly, he moved away. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled off his jeans, one leg at a time, then his silk boxers. He turned back to face her, his dark eyes glowing in the early-evening shadows. “Look at me, Carrie,” he whispered. “See how much I want you.”

She sucked in her breath at the sight of his huge, hard, tanned body. She’d thought he had willpower of iron, that he could prolong their tension instead of taking her at his will. But now, looking at him more closely, she could see that he barely held himself in check. His need for her was huge, red and throbbing, and even his hands trembled visibly—as if only the barest thread of control kept him from falling upon her in complete, brutal possession.

Slowly, gently, he reached for her, and she could feel the way his fingertips shook as he touched her. He pulled her white cotton panties down her legs and dropped them to the floor. She realized she was stretched across his bed completely nude. She felt the sway of the mattress beneath her as he moved to the foot of the bed between her legs. She felt the heat of his full gaze upon her.

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Nervously, Carrie squeezed her eyes shut. Was he noticing the havoc that pregnancy had wrought upon her body? Would he be disgusted by her wider hips, her softly rounded belly, the stubborn last eight pounds of baby weight that wouldn’t budge?

With a low, ragged intake of breath, he stroked down the length of her body.

“Comme tu es belle,” he whispered. Leaning over her, he cupped her cheek. “Open your eyes.”

Reluctantly, she obeyed. The intent expression on his handsome face was ferocious with need. “I have never wanted any woman as much as I want you,” he breathed.

He kissed her hard, his lips almost bruising hers in his unrestrained passion. She felt the fragments of his control starting to slip as he held her down beneath him. She felt the enormous hardness of him between her legs, pressing against her, demanding entrance. Unconsciously she swayed her hips against him, desperate in her sweet agony. With a gasp, he pulled away from her. Ripping his mouth from hers, her fell down her body.

Placing his head between her legs, he pressed her legs apart and took a long, wide taste.

A shock of pleasure ripped through her. She cried out, arching her back, trying to pull away from pleasure so intense it was almost pain. But he held her down with his strong hands and forced her to accept the slow lick of his tongue against her wet core. He played her like an instrument—swirling the tip of his tongue against her hard, aching nub one moment, lapping her with its full width the next. He slipped his tongue an inch inside her, then a fingertip, then two. And all the while she felt his hands stretching her thighs wide as he licked and suckled the most sensitive, secret part of her.

Tension coiled low inside her belly, building and tightening through her body. Her hands gripped the black silk sheets in tight fists as she twisted her hips beneath him. Trying to get closer? Trying to break free? She no longer knew, but the pleasure was too intense. She was afraid she would soon pass out. Afraid that she…

That she…

As if from a distance she heard her voice cry out as her body began to shake with growing bursts of agonizing pleasure. Bracing his arms around her, he moved his hips inside her thighs. She panted, writhing beneath him as she started to lose control, as her vision started to go black.

Sheathing his huge, hard shaft in a condom, he planted himself between her legs. With incredible self-control, he pushed himself only a single inch inside her.

She forgot to breathe. Her cries grew in her own ears, became incessant, became desperate. Words came out of her mouth she almost didn’t recognize as her own—words that sounded almost like begging…