Prognosis Baby Daddy - Amy Andrews Page 0,46

him. His chest was broad and he smelled like man, like the scent that pervaded her pillow and her sheets. Suddenly the atmosphere turned sexual. The moonlight glowed on the Med to her left, stars winked down at them from above, and in front of her was a gorgeous, sexy man, holding her close.

Suddenly it all seemed terribly inevitable. Fated, even.

Katya lifted her head and got a brief impression of square jaw and dark stubble and hooded eyes and then Ben’s mouth was shutting it all out. His body surrounded her, pushing her back against the railings. Nearer, closer, harder. Her head spun as her senses filled with his heat and his smell and his touch.

His mouth left hers and tracked kisses down her neck and she gasped for air, her heart beating frantically. He moved with her, walking her backwards away from the terrace. Her fingers grasped his shirt for stability until a wall pressed firmly against her back. She had a vague notion he had her up against the doorjamb where the French doors separated the villa from the terrace but they could have been floating high above the Med for all she knew.

Then he was helping her out of his jacket and she was stripping off his loosened tie and unbuttoning his shirt and finally, finally laying her hands on his naked chest. His skin was hot and he moaned against her neck. The mat of hair covering his bulky pectorals trailed down his flat abdomen and felt springy and tickly against the palms of her hands. His muscles twitched and reacted to the path of her hands and it emboldened her to undo his belt buckle.

‘Katya,’ Ben gasped, and reclaimed her mouth as his hand trailed down from her face to claim one firm breast.

She moaned and his erection surged but it wasn’t enough for Ben. He was half-naked and she was still fully dressed. Her clothes looked fantastic, tight in all the right places, but he knew they’d look better crumpled in a heap on the floor. ‘I want to look at you,’ he groaned against her mouth.

Katya laughed. It felt good to be finally letting go, her head spinning from the pleasure rocking her body.

Ben cut off her laughter with a deep searing kiss, stripping off her top in one swift movement. Her jeans zip followed and she wriggled her hips as he pushed them down, stepping out of the denim with relative ease.

He pulled away and got his first look at her near naked body. The light from the lounge room and kitchen illuminated her body enough for him to know it was just as he remembered. Petite and feminine. Her stomach still flat despite her twenty-week pregnancy. Her skin milky.

Her hips looked slightly rounder, though. And her breasts were considerably fuller. He stared at their lushness spilling out of her bra.

‘Ben,’ Katya begged, the look in his eyes, the roving of his gaze pure erotic torture.

‘Shh,’ he teased, ‘I’m looking.’

Much to her amazement, Katya blushed. She had no idea why. He had seen her with fewer clothes than this. But she was conscious of her body’s changes due to the pregnancy. Her hips were a little fuller and her breasts had practically exploded.

She’d always been an A cup. Her breasts had been small but pert, the nipples rosy-tipped and perfectly central. But the baby had expanded them considerably and darkened the nipples to a deep dusky hue.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he said, stroking the skin from the hollow of her throat down into her cleavage. He zeroed in on the front bra clasp and popped it, watching fascinated as her breasts sprung free. Full and lush and perky.

He noticed the prominent bluey-green veins standing out like a road map against her creamy skin. He traced the biggest one with his finger from the centre of her chest down over the swollen flesh of her left breast, to the edge of her areola. Her nipple puckered.

Katya tried to cover herself. She hated the big veins that had sprung up as her breasts had grown. ‘Don’t,’ she said. ‘They’re horrible, I know.’

Ben shook his head in awe. ‘No, cara. They are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. They are ready for our baby, they are all woman.’

Katya was about to protest again but he lowered his head to a nipple and sucked it into his mouth, and she swayed against him, her knees nearly buckling at such pure sweet erotic agony. His hand covered