by Opal Carew
“That doesn’t explain why you had sex with him.”
Her eyes clouded. “I … fell asleep in the bed and when I woke up, he was kissing me and…”
“And he’s so irresistible to you, you couldn’t help yourself.”
Guilt clouded her eyes and she dropped her gaze to her hands.
Shit! That’s exactly the way it was. He would always be second to Liam. If Liam ever convinced Abi she could really trust him again … his heart stuttered … Del was sure she’d run back to him in a heartbeat.
Not that it would be easy for Liam to do that. When their marriage had fallen apart, it had devastated Abi. Liam’s withdrawal after losing the baby had wounded Abi too deeply. It would take something monumental to turn things around.
But whether that happened or not, Del knew he had to share a place in her heart alongside the man who had hurt her. Because she was never going to stop loving Liam.
And knowing he was second place made him feel like shit.
“I’m sorry, Del. If I could take it back, I would. And the next morning … breakfast … I was trying to push him to sign the papers.”
He nodded. He was sure she probably was. But he didn’t know if she’d spent the night with him or not. And he wasn’t going to ask. The wrong answer would be too painful to hear.
But he had to get a grip on himself. For the first time, Abi and he had a chance to build a real, loving relationship together and he wasn’t going to blow it.
“Look,” Del said, “I can’t really say anything. He’s still legally your husband, and you and I … we were just friends.”
“And I wanted us to be so much more. I didn’t know then if you wanted me, but I was going to do my best to seduce you. To convince you we should start a romantic relationship.”
He tipped up her chin and stared at her with solemn eyes. “I just wish you weren’t still so attracted to him.”
* * *
Abi’s chest constricted as guilt flooded through her. She couldn’t lie and tell him she wasn’t still attracted to Liam. It was more than attraction. The man seemed to have a spell over her. He could mesmerize her with his voice. If he commanded her, she would obey.
“Del, Liam and I are over. You know that. I’m with you now.” She stroked his cheek tenderly. “I want you.”
His jaw twitched, but he nodded.
“I love you. Please believe me.”
He sighed, then nodded. “I do.”
But he looked pensive.
“What is it then? What are you thinking about?”
“Damn, it’s just that I could kick myself. When Kurt suggested I switch rooms with Liam so I could be on the same floor as the rest of the wedding party, I didn’t think anything of it. I wish I had known that your well-meaning sister had arranged things to get us together. If only I had said no to Kurt’s suggestion.”
He gazed at her with an intensity that gripped her.
“Then you and I would have been together that night … and you’d be carrying my baby right now instead of Liam’s.”
Her heart swelled at that thought. Everything would be so much better if that’s what had happened.
“We can’t do anything about the past, or the fact that I’m pregnant. But we’re together now.”
He smiled, the golden specks in his olive-green eyes glittering like stardust.
“Yes, we are.”
He tightened his arm around her.
She stroked his cheek, then leaned in and dragged her teeth along the rough stubble on his chin. Then she glided her tongue over it. God, she loved the masculine feel of the whiskers against her lips.
His hand slid down her back, pulling her closer to his hard body.
“Mmm. Sweetheart, that’s an invitation I’m not going to ignore.”
He shifted his head and his lips found hers. His mouth moved on hers tenderly at first, then more passionately. His tongue slid into her mouth and he explored with confidence, swirling inside her depths. She stroked her tongue over his.
“Mmm, fuck, I want you so badly.” His voice was a deep rumble.
She ran her hand down his chest, then rested it over his heart, her palm flat, feeling his heartbeat. He loved her. And she loved him. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her again.
“I want you, too,” she murmured.
She started to move onto his lap, needing to feel their bodies pressed tight together.
“Oh, no, you don’t. We’re going to do it properly this time.” He scooped her up into his arms and stood up.
She laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Really? I thought last time worked pretty well.”
“It’s going to be even better this time. Believe me.” He carried her toward the bedroom.
“Oh, I do.”
He set her on the bed. “Now you stay right there.”
She watched his fine, tight butt as he walked from the room. A moment later, she heard soft music playing. Then he returned with a couple of pillar candles and a lighter.
“I would have brought wine, too, but in your condition…”
“I don’t need wine. I only need you.”
He finished lighting the candles and turned to her. He dimmed the lights and smiled.
Anticipation built inside her as he stepped toward her, his smile growing.
She reached behind her and unfastened the zipper of her dress, watching his eyes heat as she did. She drew her arms from the dress, then held the fabric to her bosom as he sat on the bed beside her. He gazed down at her hands, holding the cloth to her chest. He took one and brushed his lips along the back of it, sending tingles quivering up her arm.
She released the dress and it dropped to her waist. His gaze locked on her breasts, barely covered by her powder-blue, lacy bra, and glided over the swell, sending heat fluttering through her body.
“I knew your breasts would be perfect.”
Her cheeks heated at his compliment.
She reached behind her and unhooked the bra. They’d already made love, but they’d been fully clothed. This was the first time he’d see her naked.
She pushed the straps from her shoulders, watching him and the fire blazing in his eyes. Then she slowly slid the bra down. At the first sight of her rigid nipples, his breath caught.
“Ah, fuck, sweetheart. They’re so beautiful.”
He cupped her breast with his big, warm hand. At the feel of his fingers around her, her nipple cushioned against his palm, she drew in a deep breath.
He knelt down on the floor in front of her and cupped the other one, too. He caressed lightly, then his thumbs glided over the nipples. They swelled, growing harder, sending pleasure spiking right through her body. She ached inside and she felt the dampness forming between her thighs.
He leaned down and when she felt his mouth cover her nipple, she moaned softly. The feel of his hot, wet mouth around her drove her wild. She cupped his head and drew him closer. When he suckled, she moaned louder.
He moved to her other breast and lapped at the nipple, then took it inside.
“Oh, yes. I love that,” she murmured. “But I want to see you now.”
He laughed against her flesh, then stood up. “Whatever you want.”
He unfastened the first button of his shirt. Then the next. She watched as he revealed his chest, broad and muscular. Then his stomach, the abs well-defined and calling to her to stroke them.
She rested her fingertips on his chest, then glided over the tight ridges of muscle.
He undid his belt and pulled it from the loops, then tossed it aside. Then he released the button on his jeans and she licked her lips as he slid down the zipper.
He dropped the pants to the floor and stood in front of her in only his boxers.
“Don’t stop there,” she said, her voice a husky murmur.
He chuckled, then pushed the remaining garment down his legs. When he stood up again, her gaze locked on his swelling cock. She longed to wrap her hand around it. Feel it pulsi
ng in her grip.
“Now you,” he said, holding out his hand to her.
She took it and stood up, then pushed the dress over her hips, letting it flutter to the floor. Then she tucked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and eased them down, conscious of him watching her, his eyes blazing with heat. Raging hotter as she revealed her intimate flesh.
She glided the panties all the way down to the floor, then stood up.
His intense male gaze gliding over every part of her had goose bumps shimmering over her entire body.
He stepped forward, taking her into his arms. She sucked in a breath at the shock of his hot, hard body against hers. She slid her hands down his back, then over his rock-hard ass, and pulled him closer. His rigid erection pressed hard against her belly.
He walked her backward until she felt the bed against her legs, then he leaned her back until she was lying on the bed, her feet still on the floor. His lips captured hers in a deep kiss, then he eased back.
“Yes. This is the way I want you.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Del knelt down and guided her legs open. Abi felt a little embarrassed at him staring at her folds, but the warm appreciation in his eyes relaxed her. He ran his hand along her inner thigh and she shivered.
“You are so beautiful. I’ve longed to be with you like this for so long.”
His fingertips danced up her naked stomach and he enveloped her breasts in his large hands again. It was so warm and exciting in his grip. She found herself arching to him.
He chuckled. Then he leaned forward and kissed her ribs. Moving upward to the lower swell of her breast, his hand shifted as he kissed up to the peak, then his tongue lapped across her swollen nipple.
“Ohhh, yes,” she murmured.
He opened his mouth around her and suckled softly. She arched again, loving his moist warmth around her.
She pushed her hands over her head as he moved to her other breast, his hands around her waist now. Then he glided his raspy cheek against her stomach. And moved downward.
Oh, God, he was going to kiss her there. She murmured as his lips brushed below her navel, then fluttered kisses on a continuing downward path. Then he pressed her legs wider apart.
“Now I’m going to taste you, sweetheart.”
She drew in a breath as he glided his fingers along her swollen folds, then opened them to reveal her clit. She could feel his warm breath on it. Then the stubble of his beard brushing against her inner thigh.
“Oh, God.” She gasped softly as his mouth covered her. She arched against his heat, delightful sensations fluttering through her.
His tongue glided over her in a slow, steady lick. Then he fluttered it over her clit.
She moaned at the pleasure spiraling through her body. Her fingers twined in his hair as she breathed deeply. He slid his tongue lower and she felt it push inside her. She arched, wanting more.
He laughed against her flesh, then shifted back to her clit. The lightest touch of his tongue sent shivers through her.
His finger stroked her folds, lightly at first, then he pressed one finger to her opening and glided it inside her. The feel of him stroking the inside of her passage took her breath away. When he began to suckle her clit at the same time, she moaned, pleasure quivering through her.
“Del … oh, that feels so good.”
Another finger slid into her and she trembled with delight. He began to pulse them inside her, his tongue working magic on her sensitive nub. Joy swelled through her in waves, rising higher and higher.
“Oh … Del … yes. I’m going to come.”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmured against her slickness. “Come for me.”
Intense sensations surged through her as his tongue flicked over her clit, his fingers pumping into her. She gasped, then shattered in a mind-blowing orgasm. Her moans filled the room as he kept urging her on and on with his expert attention.
Finally, she slumped back on the bed, out of breath.
He surged onto the bed and lay down beside her, resting on his side with a huge smile on his face.
“Thank you,” she whispered, barely able to articulate.
He drew her close to him, his strong arms around her. She loved the feel of being pressed against his solid body. She slid her hand down his chest, enjoying the muscular ridges along the way. Then she found his hot shaft resting against his belly and she curled her fingers around it. She stroked, gliding up and down. He moaned softly.
“I love the feel of your soft hand around me.”
She squeezed and his moan turned into a groan.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m loving that.”
She smiled. “That’s good.”
She flattened her free hand on his chest and pressed until he rolled onto his back. She leaned forward and licked his hard male nipple, then teased it with the tip of her tongue. When she began to suckle, his hand cupped her head, his fingers entwined in her long hair.
“Ah, sweetheart.”
She gazed up at his face as she kissed down his ribs, then over his ridged abs. She smiled as she lifted his cock and pressed her lips to the tip. She kissed it lovingly, then swirled her tongue over it. The pleasure on his face sent blood surging through her, setting her heart racing.
She loved knowing she was giving him joy.
She opened, gliding her lips around his wide cockhead, pushing down as she slowly took it into her mouth. When it was all the way in, she curled her tongue under the corona and swept around it, to his soft moans.
She was aching inside, wanting to shift up and press his hard erection to her soft flesh, then slide down on him, taking him deep inside. But she resisted. Instead, she glided her mouth down on him, taking him deep into her throat.
“Ah, fuck, yeah.”
She opened and took him deeper, then glided back, squeezing him with her lips as she moved. She began to bob up and down, slowly at first, then speeding up, then slowing again, moving her hand in rhythm with her mouth. His breathing was erratic and she could see the heat in his eyes. The fact she was bringing him so close to orgasm had her yearning to have him inside her again. To feel his big cock stroke her insides, sending heat quivering through her.
She glided her hand over his stomach then down between his thighs. She cupped his balls in her hand and caressed them gently.
“Ah, sweetheart, I’m going to come any second.”
She nodded, gazing at his face again. She pumped him faster and he groaned. She felt him stiffen, then his cock pulsed in her mouth. Hot liquid erupted into her, shooting down her throat and filling her mouth. She kept pumping with her hand, sucking his thick cock dry.
When he finally dropped back on the bed, she glided from his cock, then licked it like a lollipop.
He grasped her arms and pulled her up to him, then ravaged her mouth, his tongue pulsing inside.
“Damn, you are so sexy. That was sensational.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Enjoyed it?” He chuckled. “Fuck, that’s an understatement.”
He kissed her again, then rolled her on top of him. His hands cupped her behind and he pulled her tight to his body. Although his cock was sagging, she could feel it thicken and rise as he kneaded her ass. She pressed her breasts hard against his chest and undulated. Her hard nipples spiked into him and he groaned.
His cock was now a hard ridge against her belly.
“Damn, it shouldn’t be possible for me to be ready again so soon, but you are so fucking sexy.”
“That’s good,” she murmured with a smile, “because I think I’ll die if I don’t feel your enormous cock inside me soon.”
A half grin curled his lips. “Enormous, eh?”
He rolled her onto her back and tucked her under him, his eyes glittering.
“Well, with flattery like that, you get whatever you want.”
She felt his hot flesh glide over her slickness, then press against her. He entered her in one deep thrust and her eyes widen
ed as pleasure surged through her.
“Oh … my … God,” she murmured, barely able to speak.
Her channel was stretched around his thick member, his body pressing her tight to the bed.
His lips nuzzled against her collarbone and tingles danced along her skin while her intimate muscles squeezed around him.
Then he drew back. Painfully slowly. His cock caressing her tender passage.
“Ohhh.” The word crooned from her in a long, soft moan, resonating through her whole body.
Then he drove deep again, making her gasp. Pleasure trilled through her, setting her nerve endings aflame.
“Ah, sweetheart, I love your body so tight around me.”
He began pumping into her as she clung to his broad shoulders. Joyful sensations bombarded her, pleasure spiraling tight in her stomach as he rode her faster and faster. She could feel the rising tide flooding through her, sending her heart pounding.
Her breathing accelerated as she felt the orgasm start to blossom. Euphoria was a whisper away.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed. Then the pleasure swept through her like a flood, surging higher and higher. She hung on tight as he drove her over the edge, catapulting her to a state of pure joy.
She moaned, flying high on the wings of bliss. Her whole body quivering in his arms.
He kept pumping. Deep and fast. Keeping her at the height of ecstasy for what seemed like forever. She moaned and moaned, until she could barely breathe. He groaned and drove deeper, pinning her to the bed, then erupted inside her. She wailed a final cry of delight and collapsed on the bed.
He slumped on top of her, both of them panting for breath.
Finally, he rolled away, a laugh rumbling through his chest.
“I can see I won’t get a lot of sleep while you’re here with me.”
“Oh, my.” She giggled. “Well, that’s not good.”
He gazed at her, a devilish glint in his eyes. “On the contrary. Sleep is highly overrated.”
* * *
The next morning, Del surprised her with breakfast in bed. Then when she got up and tried to do the dishes, he wouldn’t let her.
“You know, I’m pregnant, I’m not an invalid,” she pointed out.
