He kissed her then, his tongue sliding inside her mouth even as her hands moved inside his shirt. She was unfastening buttons quicker than his dazed brain could command his hands to move to the hem of her sweater. He’d had plans for tonight. Soft music, softer lights — candles or maybe all those little oil lamps she’d collected. Slow seduction, leisurely undressing, lazy kisses and tantalizing caresses, everything measured and prolonged, building layer of desire upon layer of need until the hunger was explosive, until they would die if they waited one second longer, until everything else in the universe ceased to exist except the two of them and their need. Their love.
So much for soft music and soft lights, he thought without regret as she slid his shirt off his shoulders. He forgot slow and leisurely as her sweater hit the floor. Building desire and need, feeding hunger... Not necessary. So late that it wasn’t even possible. The arousal had sprung to life before they’d even touched, full-blown, weakening and explosive, threatening to consume them. It had been like this before, that fateful night back in February. He was sure of it. They had touched, and... Combustion. Fire. Heat. Need. Hunger. Pain. Desire. Desperation.
Magic.
The last of their clothing discarded, he lifted her onto the bed. He’d done that before, she’d told him. He moved into place between her thighs, seeking, probing, entering. For an instant he closed his eyes and held himself motionless, savoring the tight, heated welcome of her body, marveling at the familiarity of it. He’d done that before, too—bad recognized this place, this woman, this feeling. What his mind couldn’t remember, his soul could. What his mind had needed time to learn, his heart had known right away that February night. This was where he belonged. This woman was the other part that would make him whole. This was home.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at her. She was gazing tenderly, tearfully, at him. “I know,” she whispered, and he knew she did. She knew exactly what he was thinking, exactly what he was feeling. “It’s magic.”
He bent to kiss her, then gathered her close as he began moving inside her. “No, darlin’,” he disagreed. “It’s love.”
She gave him a smile, that womanly, steal-his-breath-away smile, and corrected him with his own favorite endearment. “Same thing, darlin’. It’s the very same thing.”
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DISCOVERED: DADDY
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Nick Russo’s Tips On How To Discover If You Are About To Become A Daddy:
Letter to Reader
Books by Marilyn Pappano
About the Author
Meet The Soon-To-Be Moms of New Hope, Texas!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Copyright
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