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Having Nathan's Baby
Book: Having Nathan's Baby Read Online Free
Author: Fran Louise
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pressing persuasion. I smoothed my palms down his chest to his flat stomach. They slid across the waistband of his jeans. It tore a groan from him. I unfastened the button. My fingers found the arrow of hair pointing from his abdomen down towards the object of my desire. His stomach muscles twitched as I tickled the hair; I could feel the control he was exercising in every labored breath. I pulled his zipper down slowly. My hand slid under the taut fabric.
    He was naked under his jeans. My fingers closed around him. A shudder went through his whole body as I grazed his skin with gentle stroking. His head fell back for a moment and I was gifted with the sight of his strong and now vulnerable neck. His hard chest was slick and tempting before me. My eyes made the first exploration, followed by my free hand. I slid it down across his jaw, lower across his lean flesh, luxuriating in the ability to touch him. He was breathing heavily. His hands gripped me as though he might go under.
    I could feel the desire melting between my legs. “I’m so ready for you.” I breathed the words, my lips skimming his neck.
    His response was immediate. Flipping me onto my back on the couch, he hovered above me. I heard him slide his jeans from his hips; felt him kicking them off with impatience. His eyes raked my body. One hand slid between my legs. My stockings ended abruptly at the top my thighs, exposing silk panties. I could feel that they were now moist with my need. His finger traced an assured line across the wetness, gently pressing against the folds of my skin. I moaned in pleasure. With every unconscious shift of my hips I begged him to delve deeper.
    He was watching the need in my expression with something like fascination in his dark eyes. “Take off your panties,” he said. His desire was possessive; his voice was hoarse, determined.
    I didn’t hesitate. Reaching under my skirt, I slid them down my thighs. He leaned back, allowing me to slide them carefully across my ankles. Still wearing my heels, I lowered my legs slowly and sensuously back around him. He eased me snug around his hips. I felt his erection pressing between my legs. Exhaling, I tossed my head back and closed my eyes. My legs tightened around him involuntarily.
    He was inside me quickly. Pushing against my enveloping skin, he entered me with a low cry of release. I felt his body stiffen, and then relax. Dragging him closer with my legs, I pleasured in each demanding thrust. The taste of his skin, mingled with his scent, was intoxicating. My arms shivered as I wound them around his neck. His hair felt silken against my skin. All the while his hard body shuddered. Over and over he possessed me, plunging deep.
    I came hard and fast, the trembling like an aftershock as I felt him spill his seed inside me. I was still pulsating when he cried out, half-gasping and half-groaning my name. Our bodies fused for a singular moment in time, suspended in alter-reality. Then, slowly, a delicious languor entered my veins. I experienced a weightless sensation, as though I were a feather undulating down towards earth. He felt solid and warm around me. The air was scented with him, so nourishing and male. Winding my arms around his body, I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. I could feel his heart beating against his ribcage, just as fast as mine, as though they were communicating. All the way from my scalp right down to my stomach the pleasure rippled.
    I stilled as my body registered another fluttering sensation low in my stomach. Like an emotional dam breaking somewhere, anxiety rushed me.
    How could I have forgotten?
    “ Chloe...” My name left his lips on a cool, slow breath this time. “That…” He paused to give the word emphasis. “…was just what I needed.” He leaned up on his arms, his gaze warm on me. “Your timing is impeccable.”
    I stared at him. The faintly dismissive compliment echoed around the peripheries of my brain but didn’t make too much of a dent.
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