Prognosis Christmas Baby - Amy Andrews Page 0,17

going to be like this.’

Maggie dragged in a ragged breath, aware only of his girth nestled against all the right places inside her. ‘Like what?’

‘Perfect.’

And he pulled out and pushed in, and pulled out and pushed in and the heat built everywhere as his biceps slicked with sweat and her brain went to mush and her lungs turned to liquid as her body was consumed by the heat.

The heat of him. Of them.

The pressure built with each deep, measured thrust from his hips and it was like an itch, a bubble beneath her skin, building and spreading outwards, like a ripple in a pond growing larger.

Nash could feel her trembling and he gathered her close and whispered, ‘Yes, Maggie, yes,’ in her ear.

Her first cry pierced him to the core and she tightened around him like a vice, her hips bucking, her chest arching.

‘Nash!’ Maggie was slammed from all directions by the powerful sensations of her orgasm and all she could do was hold on tight and ride the fallout.

Nash kept up the rhythm for as long as he could, staving off his own build-up as she broke around him. But her rhythmic contractions pulled at his resistance, sucked at his willpower, and he followed her over the edge, holding her close as they free fell through a quagmire of sensations that sucked and pulled and spun them around until they lay shattered and weary at the bottom.

CHAPTER FOUR

Neither of them moved for several minutes as they waited for earth to right itself and their breathing to return to normal. Maggie shifted underneath him and Nash moved, rolling onto his back still dazed by a sexual energy with a kick more powerful than dynamite.

‘Wow.’

She laughed. ‘Yes. Wow.’

They lay still, looking at the ceiling for a few more minutes, not touching, just breathing, languishing in a post-coital drowse, savouring the last vestiges of sensation lingering in their tissues.

Nash roused himself to go to the bathroom, a smile curving his mouth. It didn’t last long. To his horror he discovered something that banished the smile and the lassitude in his bones in an instant. The condom had split.

Holy shit. No. No. No.

His mind raced with a thousand dire scenarios and his pulse sped up as Nash looked at himself in the mirror. He should be looking sated, relaxed, instead of tense and frowning, and the urge to throw something at it almost overpowered him. He didn’t want this night, what had just happened, diminished by contraception failure. Or for it to be over before it had even really begun.

Damn it all to hell!

Nash stood in the doorway and watched her for a moment despite his inner turmoil. She’d moved, pulled the covers down and got in the bed proper, the sheet pulled up to her hips. Her head was turned away from him and his gaze greedily devoured the contours of her breasts, the line of her neck and the way her stomach sloped down to her pelvis.

His dick twitched and regret mixed with his irritation that the night had come to a premature end.

Maggie stirred and turned her head. How long had she drifted off for? She spotted Nash standing in her en suite doorway, gloriously naked. Memories of that nakedness all over hers returned and she smiled. ‘You’re a long way away.’

Nash plastered a smile on his face, ignoring the slick of dread in the pit of his belly. ‘Easily fixed.’

Watching as he sauntered towards her, Maggie’s eyes were glued to the easy movement of his tall, broad frame. Her gaze dropped lower as he neared, even spent the man was well endowed which was thrilling and fascinating in equal measure.

He stopped by the side of the bed, his eyes roving over her body as they’d done earlier. But he seemed hesitant - tense – and Maggie felt a prickle brush her nape. Now his curiosity had been satisfied, was he having second thoughts? Was he trying to find the words to say he had to go?

She looked him straight in the eye. ‘Regrets?’

‘Oh, God, no, Maggie,’ Nash assured. Not that kind of regret, anyway.

Sitting on the bed he reached for her, pressing a kiss to her palm but Maggie withdrew it, a cold hand slowly wrapping her heart in icy fingers. ‘Sounds like there’s a but coming.’

Nash sighed. ‘No but. It’s just...the condom broke.’

Maggie blinked. And then blinked again as a wave of relief flushed through her system. The condom broke. That was all. He hadn’t looked at her