Her eyes drank in the sight of him, the fully engorged length of him, as she pulled away the covering of his tightfitting underwear. His sharp groan of pleasure as her fingers ran over him lightly sent another burst of liquid need between her legs.
He pushed her hand away and lifted her top, pushing her bra off her straining breasts without even stopping to unfasten it properly. She sucked in a scalding little breath as his mouth closed around one tight aching nipple, the sensation of his teeth scraping her making her hover for a moment in that sensual sphere located somewhere between intense pleasure and exquisite pain.
He left her breasts for a moment while he shucked himself out of his jeans, his shoes thudding to the floor, coming back over her with determined hands to deal with the rest of her clothes. She heard the sound of a seam tearing but was way beyond caring. His hands were on her naked flesh, hot and heavy, rough almost, unleashing yet another trickle of sensual delight right through her.
Feeling his naked skin on hers from chest to thigh was almost too much sensation for her to deal with at once. Her brain was splintering with the electrifying pulse of his body on hers, the probing, searching thickened length of him between her legs.
Suddenly he was there, the force of his entry arching her back as she welcomed him without restraint, her body so ready for him she had trouble keeping her head. She wanted to linger over the feel of him, draw in the scent of their combined arousal to store away for private reflection, but his pace was too hard and fast and she got carried along with the tidal wave of it. She felt the tightening of her intimate muscles, the swelling of her most sensitised point rising to meet each of his determined thrusts.
As if sensing she was close he backed off, withdrawing slightly, his mouth lightening its pressure on hers.
She dragged her mouth from under his and clutched at his head with both of her hands, her eyes searching his face. ‘Don’t stop now,’ she begged in a harsh whisper. ‘You can’t possibly stop now!’
His mouth twisted into a rueful grimace and he sank into her warmth again, the tightly bunched muscles of his arms either side of her as he supported his weight indicating the struggle he was undergoing to keep some measure of control. ‘I shouldn’t even be doing this,’ he said, his voice tight with tension. ‘I’m not wearing a condom.’
‘It’s all right,’ she gasped as he sank a little deeper, her hands going to his buttocks, digging in to hold him where she most wanted him.
‘Are you on the pill?’ he asked, stilling for a moment.
The pill? Oh, God, when was the last time she’d taken the pill? What was today…? Friday…Surely she had taken it some time this week? She had become a little careless…It wasn’t as if Howard had ever…
‘Are you on the pill?’ he repeated.
‘Yes,’ she said, mentally crossing her fingers.
‘I’ll pull out just in case,’ he said.
‘No!’ She grasped at him again, her eyes wild with need. ‘You don’t have to do that.’
He gave her a sexy smile. ‘There are other ways of dealing with it, don’t you remember?’
She did remember.
That was the whole trouble.
She remembered it all; the poignant intimacy of taking him in her mouth to relieve him whenever there hadn’t been enough time to linger over the preliminaries.
His eyes burned into hers as he began his slow sensuous movements again, each surge and retreat pulling at her with exquisite bone-melting tenderness.
His mouth came back to hers and she sighed with relief, her legs gripping him tightly, not giving him another chance to pull away.
She felt each and every deep thrust of his body, even felt him nudge her womb where his son had been implanted with his seed, and a great wave of overwhelming emotion coursed through her.
She loved this man.
He was her world. Her life had started the day she’d met him and the only reason it had continued after they’d broken up was because she had carried a part of him away with her.
They were forever joined by the bond of their child and no matter how much he hated being a father and was only offering to marry her out of a sense of duty, she still loved him and knew she would do so until the day she drew her very last breath…
Jake gritted his teeth as he tried to hold back his release. He closed his eyes and counted backwards, trying to think of something unpleasant to focus on instead, but it was no good. The pressure building in him was just too strong. He felt like a trigger-happy teenager with Ashleigh, instead of a thirtythree-year-old man who was always in control.
Always.
‘Oh, God!’ He felt himself tip over, the emission of pleasure sending shockwaves of shivering ecstasy right through him, great deep racking shudders of it, until he collapsed in the circle of Ashleigh’s arms.