Page 32 of Pregnancy Scandal
He cupped my face and kissed me, setting off a sharp, wild need that stirred my soul. Wild with passion, bone tingling, and toe curling, his kiss quickly became greedy and possessive.
He broke it to tug on my bottom lip and smiled as he pressed his forehead to mine.
“Come home with me,” he whispered, his voice blended in with the sexy tone of the music that surrounded us.
“Yes,” I answered.
Yes. My soul soared on the wave of excitement as if it had always longed for this moment.
* * *
We crashed through his front door kissing.
My legs were wrapped around his waist.
Gilly carried me up the stairs to his bedroom and settled me down by the wall near the floor-to-ceiling window on the hardwood floor. My heels clicked against it.
Pinning me to the wall with the power of his body, he caressed the edge of my jaw, tracing the outline with his thumb. I savored the feel for the gentleness. It was surprisingly sweet against the need he’d previously showed.
All this time, his lips never left mine, until just now when he stopped to look at me as if he was checking I was real. I couldn’t possibly describe the feeling that washed over me in that moment as this perfect man stared at me like I was some prized possession. I’d known him forever, and I was certain I’d never seen him look at anybody like that.
His lips came back down on mine, bringing back the passion. We kissed open-mouthed, panting as the hard kisses turned hungry.
When he slipped his hand behind my head to intensify the kiss, I responded eagerly to his touch and my entire body tingled, luxuriating in the sensation.
His mouth moved down my throat, kissing his way across the expanse of my bare skin. His sensual mouth working magic on me. Eager for him to explore me, I arched my back into his kiss, allowing him to kiss over the fabric of my dress.
Then he stopped and stepped back, breathing hard.
The loss of the passion sapped my energy, and I had to rest against the wall.
Why did he stop?
Panic filled me for a moment, but he soothed it away when he smiled and cupped my face.
“I can’t stop after this, Abby,” he breathed.
I was surprised he could exhibit such control. I’d lost any grip over mine the minute I saw him walk into the club.
“I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to stop,” I told him. “Please don’t.”
The smile in his eyes contained a sensuous flame. “No, I won’t,” he promised.
My heart soared as he returned to my lips, kissing me hard then soft again, then harder, drawing us back into the arms of desire.
He tugged at my dress, and in that moment, I remembered everything from the other night. I remembered past the kiss. I remembered my clothes coming off and the way he touched me and feasted on my body.
I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten all of that. How I’d felt and what he did to me.
It had been unreal and I remembered wanting nothing else than to feel him inside me. Him, only him and it had nothing to do with wanting the baby.
The memories coursed through me as my body came alive with savage energy, recalling what it had felt with him only days ago. And, what it would feel like now.
He moved to my earlobe and whispered in a husky voice, “Take your clothes off for me, Abby.”
His hands covered my breasts and squeezed them through my dress.
I stepped back and smiled as I took hold of the little zipper on the side of my dress and pulled it down. As I did, the ultra-tight fabric came free and I shimmied out of it and stepped free.
