Her Little Secret, His Hidden Heir(26)

Taking a deep breath and pulling her chin up a notch, she said, “You heard me.”

“Well,” he replied slowly, that same predatory gleam in his eyes, that same sly smile, curving his mouth, “I’ll see what I can do to deliver.”

It was her turn to arch a brow and adopt an overconfident expression. “You do that.”

His grin widened a second before he swooped in to place a rough, hard kiss on her lips. Then he reached down to cover her hand with his. Slowly, he pried her fingers away from that most sensitive of body parts and raised her arm over her head, pinning it to the mattress.

Shifting, he settled more fully between her legs, the tip of his erection nudging her opening. And then he slid home, slowly, carefully, his mouth still covering hers, absorbing the heartfelt moans his agonizing entry dragged from her throat.

She clutched at his hands, both of them, where they held her own flat to the mattress. And he squeezed back, groaning against her lips as his hips began to move.

Inch by inch, he filled her up, stretching muscles and tissue that had been too long unused. It didn’t hurt, though. On the contrary, it felt amazingly, wonderfully perfect.

Like so many times in the past, she marveled at how well they fit together, how every part of her body seemed to be molded, sculpted, designed for every part of his body. Even with the physical changes she’d gone through over the past year, that hadn’t altered.

Levering himself up on his elbows, he released her mouth, giving her the chance to bite her bottom lip and tilt her head back in growing ecstasy. He did the same, nostrils flaring as he pulled out, then drove back in, slowly at first and then faster and faster.

She lifted her own hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, letting the motion, the flesh-on-flesh sensations wash over her in ever-increasing waves. Her lungs burned, struggling for air while the rest of her body struggled for completion. Every part of her tingled, tightening in longing, in expectation. She wanted—no, needed—what only Marc could give her. And while slow and steady might be good for some things, like marathons and piano lessons, that’s not what she was interested in right now. She wanted hard and fast and now, now, now!

“Marc, please,” she begged, wrapping her arms more securely around his neck before leaning up to nip his earlobe. Then she sank her teeth even harder into his shoulder.

His entire body shuddered from head to toe above her, his hands grasping her waist and digging in. He pounded into her with even more force, making her cry out, making himself cry out.

Pressure built until she wanted to scream and then suddenly the dam burst. Pleasure spilled over her in a splash of heat and colorful sparks, like fireworks going off overhead.

She called his name and clung to him for dear life, absorbing the delicious impact of his final thrusts, and finally his full weight as he collapsed atop her with a long, low groan of satisfied completion.





Eight




“This was probably a bad idea,” Vanessa murmured.

Marc had wondered how long it would take her to start in on her list of regrets.

They were lying side by side, flat on their backs on the lumpy, queen-size hotel room mattress. Vanessa had the sheets pulled up to her armpits, held in place over her ample brea**sts by both hands. He was a bit more relaxed, stretched out and letting the sheet fall where it would, low on his abdomen and across his hips.

But while he was obviously taking their minor indiscretion in stride, he couldn’t disagree with her on the “bad idea” part. He wasn’t sorry, since making love with Vanessa wasn’t something he could ever regret or apologize for, but she was right that it hadn’t been the smartest decision of his life.

He wasn’t even sure what had possessed him to kiss her in the first place.

Maybe because he’d been thinking about it all night, his eyes straying over and over again to her mouth and the luscious clea**vage visible above the bodice of her siren-red sex goddess dress.

Maybe because he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head since the moment he’d seen her again after such a long absence…and after pretty much determining that he would never see her again at all.


Or maybe because she was simply irresistible. For him, she always had been.

It almost didn’t surprise him that they’d made a child together at the very moment that their marriage had been falling apart around them. Despite their differences and the problems that had plagued them there at the end, physical compatibility had never even made it onto the list. No matter how bad a day either of them might be having, no matter how big a fight they might have had, it never seemed to take them long to come back together and set the sheets on fire.

It was a relief to know that hadn’t changed. They were no longer married, she’d hidden his son from him and neither of them had a very clear vision of what the future held, but at least he knew the passion was still there. More than passion—lust and longing and desire thick enough to land a 747 on.

His leg brushed against hers beneath the covers and a jolt of that passion times ten shot through him. She jerked away from him, letting him know in no uncertain terms that his current state of semi-arousal would definitely be going to waste.

“You’re right,” he said, agreeing with her earlier statement. “Probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do. At least not under the current circumstances.”