Because of the Baby(35)

She leaned forward and kissed him sweetly on the mouth. Her tongue licked along the seam of his lips, tasting the lingering flavor of her arousal, and when he parted for her, it dipped in to tease and tantalize.

When Keaton cupped her face and deepened the kiss, she let him. Her hunger spiked, driven to new heights by the passionate bite of Keaton’s fingers and the ferocity of his kiss. Soon she knew she needed him to fill her. She broke free of Keaton’s mouth and gasped in a great lungful of air. At the same time she shifted so the tip of his erection nudged at her, eager for what she offered.

With a sharp curse Keaton caught her hips in a firm grip. “Wait. We need protection.”

She shook her head. “It’s okay.”

“Are you on something?”

“No, but I’m at a safe point in my cycle.” She pried his hands off her and with a whooshing exhale, took him in.

An exclamation of surprise burst from her. She’d known he was big, but she wasn’t prepared for the reality of how completely he filled her. “Wow.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good.”

He didn’t look convinced. “You have a funny look on your face.”

“I’m just getting used to all of you.”

“Take your time.” He caressed her thighs with a casualness that belied the tightness around his mouth, but when she started gyrating her hips, he sprang into action.

Before her mind recognized movement, Keaton rolled her beneath him and captured her lips in a sizzling kiss. At the same time he shifted his hips back and thrust slowly into her. The friction was amazing and Lark wrapped her legs around Keaton’s hips as his rhythm built.

As they moved together she noticed that his earlier intensity had been tempered. He made love to her with deliberate concern for her needs. As much as she appreciated his thoughtfulness, she didn’t like that he was holding back. She liked the wildness he aroused in her. It unleashed a sense of freedom missing in her life.

She bit down on his shoulder and dug her fingernails into his back. “Stop being so gentle,” she growled when he stared down at her in confusion. “I’m not going to break. Give me all you’ve got.”

“Fine.” After uttering that single word, he kissed her hard and drove into her powerfully.

Lark grabbed handfuls of his hair and let her tongue duel with his. His need surrounded her, filled all the lonely places she’d gotten so good at ignoring. This was what it felt like to be truly wanted. No one had ever made love to her with such determination.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted when he let her breathe. “More, just like that.”

An orgasm was rushing forward to claim her. Words poured from her. She heard them in her ears but could make no sense of the flow. They seemed to have an effect on Keaton, however, because he began to pound harder into her. Lark pried her eyes open and watched his face, sensing that he was close and wanting to see him come.

As a cry broke from his lips, the first shudders of her own climax claimed her. His body jerked, his lips pulled back in a savage grin. He looked down, caught her gaze with his and held her captive as they exploded together.



“That was not appropriate,” Keaton muttered, shifting his weight off Lark. His chest rose and fell in exaggerated breaths as he sat up and stared down at her.

She punched him in the shoulder. “The postcoital words every woman wants to hear.”

The hit barely hurt, but it was enough to make her point. She might not expect flowery, romantic phrases, but she wasn’t interested in stark realism either.

“I meant not using protection.”

“I figured, but we’d already covered that issue before it happened. I told you it was not going to be a problem.”

He raked his fingers through his hair, disturbed by what he’d done. “I don’t have unprotected sex.” He was furious with himself for the lapse.

“That’s good to know.” Heedless of her nakedness, she pushed to her feet and snatched her pajamas from the floor. “I don’t either. I’m sorry if I made you do something so out of character.”

She was halfway to her bedroom before he realized she’d misread the target of his irritation. By the time he leaped to his feet to pursue Lark and apologize, she was in the process of shutting her door firmly in his face. Ignoring the blatant “get lost” signal, he knocked.

And knocked again.

“Look,” he called. “We need to talk about what happened.”

The door muffled her voice, but her words were clear. “No, we don’t.”

“What just happened between us caught me off guard and I put my foot in it.”