Page 123 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

I stared up at him. Old insecurities flooded my body. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Because I’m pregnant?”

“Everything changed this afternoon.”

“When you saw the ultrasound.”

My hand trailed slowly down his hard abs. His big hand captured mine. I looked up him. “Jackson.”

“What if I hurt you?”

I shook my head and wrestled my hand free of his so I could continue my ministrations. “Not possible.”

He groaned as my hand shyly tightened around his solid member.

“I want to do it the SEAL way,” I whispered.

“Absolutely not,” he ground out. “If we do it at all, tonight I’m going to take my time.”

He rolled over so that he was above me. His kiss was so wondrous. Intoxicating. Soothing. A brush of lips. Teeth nibbled. I swooned.

He was patient. He overwhelmed me with his tenderness and torturous exploration of my body. I felt delicate and pure. I longed for more, yet swam in his perfect and soft touch. It was sublime. I trembled and gasped as a yearning slowly built in my body.

He soothed and staggered me with his gentleness. Goosebumps covered my body as he feasted on my sensitive nipples. Lips trailed slowly down my arms, over my stomach. Soft fingers tickled and stroked up my thighs. Every taste, every caress was a graze, flaming my desire. I felt worshipped as he skimmed and teased me with the softest manipulations. I trembled from need. My hands clenched the bedspread, and yet he never relented. Never let me touch him. His focus was on making me feel like the revered lover. His skills inflamed me with a need that was making me almost delirious.

I tossed my head back and forth. “Jackson, please.”

He moved up, over me, and then he flipped me, so I was lying on top of him. We looked at each other. In his face, I saw tenderness, care and something that looked a lot like love. I thought my heart would burst with hope.

I gasped as he slid slowly, inch by inch into me.

His big hands pushed my hair off my face. “Emily.”

“I love you,” I breathed.

He groaned and then we moved. Slowly, languorously, like we had all the time in the world. I surrendered completely to the moment, loving the intimacy, loving that this big man was part of me. He moved so slow, it felt like sweet torture. I was stunned by the emotions, the sensations that crashed over me. My entire body throbbed. Every cell in my body focused on this moment.

We stared at each other. Holding our gazes. So much passed between us. Things were different now. I could feel it. Something was happening. I was so happy that I thought my heart would burst.

All too soon, that spark became a raging flame that consumed and overtook me. I was arching, and my head was thrown back, moving to find my release. His fingers wove into mine. My orgasm was building, climbing, roaring towards me like a freight train and then there it was.It slammed into me, and I bucked back, crying out, as waves of addictive ecstasy blinded me.

He sat up, wrapped his arms around me, as I clenched over him. His hands were tangled in my hair as his mouth found mine. “You’re so beautiful. Emily. God.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and then he was crushing me to him, his head buried into my neck as he found his own sweet release.

“Jesus, Emily,” he pulled back to look up at me. I saw in him vulnerability. Need. Emotion.

My eyes filled with tears.

We laythere in the best post-coital bliss. I was on my stomach while Jackson slowly traced his fingertips down my spine.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better than perfect.”

His lips kissed my shoulder blade. “Have you given any thought to names for Alien?”

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