Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,27

dizzying lungful of his earthy scent.

“There.” He was damn proud of himself. “I kissed you. See? We’ll fool anyone.”

I swallowed. “Right. That was very…convincing.”

“You think?”

I was too afraid to lick my lips in case I’d taste more of his perfect saltiness. “Yeah. That was perfect.”

He nodded. “I guess that’s good.”

“You guess? Do you think there’s something…else we should do?”

Hope wasn’t supposed to shame me, but I was crossing every finger and toe for luck.

“Nah,” he said. “That was probably enough.”

“We don’t want probably. We need absolute confidence.”

“Okay. So that was a polite kiss. Like a hello and goodbye peck. The kind you’d give me at the practice facility.”

This thrill was entirely inappropriate. “You’re right. It’s a bit safe.”

“People might expect more.”

“And we are supposed to be madly in love,” I said.

“Desperately in love.”

“And, say you were my boyfriend?” I let the delight linger. “You’d probably be all over me.”

Jude didn’t hesitate. “All the time. If a guy was lucky enough to get with you, he’d be damn proud to show you off all hot and heavy.”

Was it possible for my heart, head, and core to simultaneously implode?

“So, we should…try something a bit more passionate?” I asked.

“Yeah. Something…primal.”

I straightened on the couch, marveling at the fierce grey of his eyes. “I mean, technically, you would have gotten me pregnant. You’d be used to that sort of…” I swallowed. “Ravishment.”

“Ravishment?”

“Oh. As long as the pregnancy doesn’t repulse you, of course.”

Jude’s smile grew, but it wasn’t exactly friendly. More revealing. Dangerous. “No man in his right mind would be repulsed by that. A pregnant woman?” His voice lowered, driving my pulse hard and fast. “Between you and me, Doc, I don’t think there’s anything sexier.”

“Really?”

“Ask any real man.” Jude tugged me close. “There’s something about a lovely woman, in the prime of her life, so natural and…”

He bit his words. God, I wished it had been my neck.

I swallowed. “Pregnancy isn’t exactly glamorous.”

His gaze drifted over my body, returning only to stare at my lips. “But you look so beautiful. Soft. Feminine.”

The last time a man complimented me so much, I’d gotten pregnant. This time, I made an even bigger mistake.

I launched into a kiss. Jude caught me as I wrapped my arms behind his neck. I trapped him, or maybe he trapped me. It didn’t matter. I crashed against him and fell into a passionate embrace.

Jude tugged my hair, forcing me to gasp. My lips parted, and I murmured a quiet groan as his tongue flicked over mine. His touch was soft and quick, but it chilled me to goosebumps only to sear through my core. He crushed me against his chest, and I was certain in that moment, he’d know everything.

He'd feel my warmth.

He’d sense my secrets.

He’d hear it in my whispered pleasure.

The kiss exposed more of me than if I had completely stripped for him.

I clutched at Jude—the only man I had ever wanted to touch, to taste, to feel. For so long, I’d imagined this moment, never thinking it’d come to reality.

But it wasn’t fair.

Not to me. Not to him.

And not to the baby.

I ached for a man who had no idea how much he meant to me. Every flick of his tongue and nibble of his lips coiled within me. I tensed and trembled and nearly embarrassed myself with the truth. All it’d take was a whisper, and I’d reveal all of my irresponsible and dangerous feelings.

But Jude kissed me, hard and fast. His fingers tangled in my hair, and we fell back onto the couch. I wiggled on his hips, and his free hand grasped my thigh, pulling me tight against him.

We embraced as if we belonged together. As if we’d kissed this way a thousand times before.

I warmed against his hot flesh and bare chest. He had a new tattoo since I saw him last—tribal and dark. It only highlighted the subtle strength and quiet tension that rolled through his body.

Like he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

This was a mistake.

One more kiss and I’d be done. One graze of his tongue and I’d lose myself.

One touch of my body and I’d completely surrender.

But suddenly, I had all three. His hands tightened over my hips, and my moan echoed in my head. I’d begged his name, whispered as both a plea and a moment of gratitude.

This was happening. Every fantasy I’d ever dreamed and every pleasure I’d ever imagined. I panted, wetted, and gripped at him.

Too much. Too fast. Too hot.

Our weight shifted. I