She's Having the Boss's Baby - By Kate Carlisle Page 0,29

own with another mind-numbing kiss so hot it felt as if he were branding her. Or maybe it was the other way around.

“Yes,” she answered, holding on to his waist in an effort to press herself even closer to him. It was a possessive move that he enjoyed way too much. He wanted her even closer, but that wouldn’t happen as long as they were both wearing so many clothes.

Taking a step back from her, he grabbed the hem of her top and lifted it up and off in one smooth move. She reached out and did the same with his shirt, tossing it aside.

“Better,” she said greedily, and splayed her hands against his bare chest.

He laughed, but the sound emerging from his throat was raw with need. “Almost.” He untied the knot at her waist and her skirt slid down her legs to pool on the floor around her feet. He held her arm to steady her as she stepped out of her clothes and slipped off her flirty sandals, ending up in only a lacy pink bra and a tiny matching thong.

“Much better,” he managed to say.

As he encouraged her, she seemed to gain more confidence. Now she tentatively hooked her thumbs under the thin straps of her panties and then glanced up at him.

“Yes,” he said.

She pulled them down slowly, her gaze fixed on him all the while.

He hadn’t thought he could get any more rigid, but he was wrong. In a rush now, he grasped her petite rear with both hands and hoisted her up into his arms. Their mouths met in a frenzy of heat as he walked into the large master suite with her arms clinging to his shoulders.

He knelt on the end of the bed and laid her on the cool linen, then followed her down. With both hands, he brushed her hair back from her face and then ran his palms along her jaw, her throat, her shoulders. When he reached her breasts, he cupped their warm softness and rubbed her pink nipples with his thumbs, causing her to moan with pleasure.

“Beautiful,” he whispered and bent down to take her in his mouth, first one breast, then the other, licking, sucking and nibbling as Ellie writhed with delight. Her hands grabbed his shoulders and held him tightly as she moaned her approval.

Sensation soared through him like a heat-seeking missile. His body was hard and aching and he yearned to release himself within her heated depths, but knew it was more important and ultimately more fulfilling to bring her to pleasure first. Mainly because it brought him so much pleasure to touch her like this. Especially her breasts. He couldn’t get enough of them.

Truth be told, he’d been thinking about her for two long days and dreaming of this moment for two damn nights. Hell, longer really, if he was being honest. He’d spent most of his time in California dwelling on her. And that was before he’d seen her taking that erotic shower in her bikini.

And now he couldn’t get enough of her. And unless he’d missed his mark it was obvious that Ellie felt the same way. Okay, maybe her true motive was to get the baby she’d always wanted, but she was still enjoying herself.

He wasn’t ready to think about her need for a family of her own. Right here and right now was all that mattered. This was real, he thought, as he ran his tongue over her delectable nipples. Sex was real. Ellie’s lush body was real. Her staying on the island was real.

Aidan raised his head to look at her and saw her smiling at him. Something twitched in his chest, something warm and unfamiliar that was probably hazardous to his health. He would have to think about that later. Right now, the need to taste her again was overwhelming and he stretched up to meet her mouth with his in a sizzling kiss. As their tongues linked and tangled together, he slid his hand down the length of her body. Her skin was smooth and slightly damp from their exertions and he wanted to savor every inch of it.

He could feel her heart beating in time with his own, could feel her anticipation spike as he moved his hand across her thigh. As he touched her most sensitive skin, she moaned and pressed up against his hand, urging him to touch her everywhere. He strained to control his own needs, but he was on dangerous ground