Brazilian's Nine Months' Notice

She stopped on the way to the bathroom, shivers streaking down her spine knowing Luc was behind her. His heat strengthened the pulses tempting her, making them impossible to ignore. Could she resist him? However many times her mind screamed caution, she couldn’t stop her body craving his touch. It didn’t help that every little detail of their wild night in London had led to the creation of a child, and that, far from acting as a warning that might prevent her from responding to him, that fact appealed to some primal instinct that demanded she must continually reinforce the relationship with her mate.

Breath caught in her throat as Luc towered over her. He made her feel small and protected, and made her body glow with every expectation of being pleasured again.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he murmured in a husky drawl.

She inhaled sharply as he pushed the robe from her shoulders and let it drop. Cupping her breasts, he made breathing difficult as he worked some magic with his hands. Her nipples responded instantly to his touch, and the sensation was spectacular. In her mind she was back in London, with Luc leaning over her, exhaling shakily as he moved steadily, rhythmically, deep inside her. She had missed this, missed him. Luc knew just how to touch her. He was sensitive to her every need, and her body shook with longing for him. When he scored the tips of her nipples very lightly with his thumbnails she was lost.

‘It’s been too long, Emma.’

‘Yes,’ she agreed. Her lips were dry. She licked them and could remember how swollen they had been from his kisses. She wanted more kisses, more touches, more of everything; her body ached for him. She wanted him deep inside her. She wanted him to possess her, to hold her down and pleasure her as he had done then. She could remember exactly how it had felt to have him fill her, and how he had withdrawn slowly and completely, only to plunge back hard. She wanted that extreme of pleasure again, and she wanted it now.

‘Yes?’ Luc queried, his black eyes smiling into hers.

‘Yes,’ she said, remembering how he’d taken her so firmly against a wall he’d driven her up it with every stroke. She could still remember the pleasure and her screams of excited release, and then Luc soothing her down again.

‘What?’ he murmured, smiling against her mouth when she sighed and closed her eyes. ‘Are you remembering?’

How did he know?

His hands moved firmly over the swell of her belly and down the insides of her thighs, making her core yearn for him, though he was careful to miss every part of her that craved him. She gulped in some much-needed air, and even widened her stance a little, only to admit to herself that Luc was the master of frustration, as well as the master of seduction. He knew just how to bring her to the brink and keep her hovering there. A firmer touch in the right place was all it would take. Tension was building—becoming unsustainable. She was like an overwound spring. Covering his hands with hers, she refused to wait and, applying more pressure, she rocked her body into his.

He nudged her away.

‘Why?’

Ignoring her cry of desperation, he showed her why. Dipping his head, he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled it firmly, whilst torturing the other between his thumb and forefinger. The extremes of pleasure transferred straight to her core, while Luc watched every reaction, and read every hungry little thought in her head, until finally he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

She shivered as his mouth left a trail of sensation over her neck, her ear, her eyelids, and finally her mouth, by which time she was lost to reason. Teasing her with his tongue, he demanded full access to her mouth. His arms pinioned her like steel bars on either side of her body, holding her in place while he plundered her mouth and she whimpered shamelessly with need. Then, lowering himself, he tightened his arms around her. His tongue circled hers, plunging deep and withdrawing slowly in a mind-numbing sequence of reminders of another night, another act—

‘Not yet,’ he instructed when her body tensed.

How could she hold back when Luc had brought her to the edge with nothing more than a kiss and a suggestion?

‘Soon,’ he promised, reading her with his usual ease.

‘Please,’ she said, her eyes entreating him.

‘How badly do you want this, Emma?’

She couldn’t answer him. She was wholly focused on sensation. Luc had positioned himself between her thighs and had pushed them apart, leaving her exposed, swollen and ready for him. Lifting her legs, he rested them on the wide spread of his shoulders. ‘Rest back on the pillows,’ he ordered. ‘Relax and let me do all the work. You’re so aroused.’