Prognosis Christmas Baby - Amy Andrews Page 0,16

kisses of hers, eager to taste the engorged tips. He’d fantasised about it but already knew it was going to far exceed his expectations. He kissed down her throat, feeling the whimpering noises coming from her as they vibrated against his lips.

When his tongue flicked out to touch one turgid peak, her whole body trembled and when he sucked it fully into the hot cavern of his mouth she dug her nails into his back so hard he knew there’d be blood.

‘Nash!’ Maggie almost lifted off the bed as her stomach clenched.

Nash smiled against her skin and paid the other breast equal homage, eliciting another fevered response. Her reaction stoked the fire in his loins ever higher and he felt a surge of animal power that he could turn her mindless with passion.

She was so reactive. Her skin goose-bumped wherever his breath meandered, tiny mewing noises slipped from her lips and she trembled beneath his touch.

He’d never had such a responsive lover and it was incredibly arousing. It urged him to go further, push her higher, give her more, and he moved his hand lower to stroke down her belly as his mouth continued to feast on her breasts.

Maggie shook her head from side to side in utter mindless ecstasy. He had to stop. She couldn’t take it anymore.

She was going to die from pleasure.

He’d no sooner finish ravaging one nipple than he’d turn his attention to the other and her pelvic floor muscles would contract again.

‘Stop,’ she moaned as Nash switched sides again. ‘They can’t take any more.’ She was close to delirious with lust. Mindless with passion. Treading that fine line between pleasure and pain.

Nash looked up from his feast. ‘No.’ His hand slipped lower, stroking her inner thigh.

‘Nash,’ she begged.

He smiled. ‘Uh-uh. These...’ he paused and looked down at her large breasts with their proudly erect nipples. ‘Have been taunting me all night under that damn T-shirt — it’s payback.’

He dropped a quick, hard kiss on her mouth as he stroked her slick entrance. ‘Just lie back and enjoy.’ Maggie’s eyes rolled back in her head as he found his target, pushing inside her at the same time his mouth reclaimed a nipple.

Just when she’d thought more pleasure wasn’t possible he proved her wrong and she arched off the bed as he inserted another finger and probed deep inside. Through the haze of sensations, she could feel his erection thick against her thigh and she reached for him, desperate to touch him as he was her.

To feel the hot length of him. To hear him moan in mindless abandon and know that she was responsible.

He batted her hand away and she growled her frustration. ‘Nash —’

He cut off her protest with another hard kiss. ‘Not yet,’ he whispered against her lips, raising his head briefly before plundering her mouth and her body into submission.

Nash wasn’t sure how long he’d last if she touched him. He’d been fantasising about her, about this, for two weeks, and with the wild blend of her perfume and the sweet smell of her readiness intoxicating him, his control was tenuous.

His hand returned to the slick heat at her centre and her hips bucked convulsively. Her shudder as he stroked the tight nub there told him she was close and after numerous fantasies of her coming apart beneath him, he was hungry for the reality.

Nash broke away from her mouth. ‘Condoms,’ he whispered raggedly against her neck.

Maggie’s blood felt like treacle, her brain waves practically at a standstill as she dragged herself back from the fireworks display that was going on in her head. ‘Drawer closest to you,’ she panted.

Nash reached across her, yanked the drawer open and blindly felt for the box. He located it, pulled out a foil packet and quickly tore it open with unsteady fingers as Maggie teased his throat with wet kisses.

‘Now,’ he said, covering her body with his.

He paused for a second, looking down into her face, her fudge-brownie eyes glazed with passion, her mouth moist and slightly parted, their hips aligned, their hearts pounding together.

‘Now,’ Maggie whispered, her pelvis rising to meet his as he slid into her, stretching her, filling her, completing her. ‘Yes,’ she sighed, her hands gripping his shoulders as he rocked her into the bed.

‘Yes,’ he groaned as her heat enveloped him, seduced him, possessed him. He stilled, dropping his mouth to hers, kissing her deep and hard. Pulling away, Nash rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard. ‘I knew it was