Landon hadn’t been a part of the decision to terminate the pregnancy. He hadn’t learned until it was too late.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Landon released Kimber from his clutches and lowered his head. He had to kiss her. Had to connect with her in the same way that had gotten them into this mess. Only it wasn’t a mess. He felt almost… free.
When she turned her soft green eyes up at him, he put his lips on hers before she could speak. He didn’t want to talk. Especially about the pieces of his past she’d mentally slid together. The kiss started tentative but turned rough when she tangled her arms around his neck and went at him with all she had. He caught her copper hair in one palm and held her, just held her to him with one hand on her head, the other against her lower back. When he moved to palm her breast, she grunted. He eased off.
“They’re really sore.”
“Sorry. If you don’t want to—”
Her mouth was on his before he could make the offer he really, really didn’t want to make. Every cell in his body, every last part of him from brain to groin, wanted to lay her out beneath him and make slow, sweet love to her until she cried.
She was pregnant. With his child. They’d formed an unbreakable, unfathomable bond. Had created a life together. One she wasn’t going to take away from him. He was so grateful he could hardly catch his breath.
He lifted the billowing shirt over her head and gingerly freed her breasts from the bra. He touched her ever so softly, slipping his fingertips over her nipples and cradling her breasts in his palms while he sipped her lips with butterfly-winged kisses.
She moaned into his mouth, hands clasping his shirt. He laid her out on the bedspread and removed her clothes, dropping each piece to the floor. Then all he could do was stare. Stare at her smooth, pale skin. The line of fiery auburn hair between her legs, the purple nail polish tipping her delicate toes.
Beautiful, incredible. And, for this moment, all his.
He undressed, watching as her eyes flared beneath heavy lids. Standing over her, he admired her small breasts, rising and falling with each quickening breath as her pulse fluttered against her neck.
“You’re so hot,” she said.
Her compliment wasn’t poetic, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t appreciated. He laughed as he fell on top of her, careful to keep from crushing her into the mattress.
“You’re the hot one, sweetheart.” He kissed the protestation he saw forming on her lips, allowing his hands to roam to her bottom and the back of her thigh. He trailed his fingers along her center and found her slick, ready.
Keeping her leg elevated slightly, he flexed his hips and slid in to the hilt, encasing himself in her body. He shuddered and an echoing gasp stuttered from her lips. She was heaven. An answer to a prayer he hadn’t known how to say.
He dropped his forehead and laved her breasts as he continued to move inside her, the sensation of being wrapped in her tight warmth almost too much. Holding on to his orgasm at this point would be like stationing a train with a length of dental floss, but he’d try. For her, he’d try. She lifted her other leg and braced both feet at his lower back, pulling him closer. Deeper.
She ran her fingertips along his jaw and stared at him with depthless eyes. He held her gaze as they moved together, rhythm perfected, no reason now to interrupt and put on a condom.
“You feel so good.” Her breaths had shortened, her body coiled, ready for release. Slipping an elbow under her knee, he lifted her leg and deepened their connection. The intake of breath told him she liked this. So he eased into her again, drawing another high-pitched gasp from her throat. A few more thrusts and she’d come undone. He could see it on her gorgeous face. From her parted mouth, to the slender amber brows pressed together over her nose. But her eyes were closed. That wouldn’t do.
“Look at me.” He stopped moving and she opened them. “Good,” he told her. “Keep them open.” He slid out slowly, then just as slowly, back in.
Her lids fluttered closed. “Can’t.”
“You can.” He drew out of her.
She blinked, her eyes training on his.
This time when he pressed into her, he drew another gasp from her lips, but she kept her eyes open. Good girl. He wanted her to see him, wanted her to know it was him who was driving her out of her mind.
But she wasn’t the only one out of her mind. Another forward movement and he’d be incapable of keeping the promise he’d made to himself to hold out for her release. Thankfully, right then she let go, pulsing around him with such force that he followed, spilling inside her with a groan of ecstasy mixed with relief.