Billionaire Bachelors 6 ; Runaway Heiress(31)

Bree wasn't ready for the flood of love and protectiveness that washed through her. She couldn't remember a thing about her life, but it didn't matter. None of it did. Before her was the image of the life she carried within her, and the room was filled with the strong sound of its beating heart. Chad was holding her hand  –  she felt complete. Her stress drained away and she wanted to stay in the moment for as long as possible.

"Because of the medical conditions, I want to see you next week. If everything is still going great, we'll go to every two weeks for a couple months. I want to see you a bit more than normal, just to make sure you and your baby stay healthy and safe. If you can promise me that, I'll sign your release forms," Dr. Bailey offered. 

Bree quickly agreed. She would sign away anything just to leave  –  but she wanted to keep an eye on the baby, too, so agreeing to extra doctor visits wasn't a hardship.

Dr. Bailey left them alone to get their emotions under control, while the technician printed them their first pictures of their child.

"Thank you, Bree. Thank you for this gift," Chad told her once they were alone. Bree looked at him and felt her heart flutter. She had so many questions, but none of them mattered in that moment. She slowly stood up, anxious to get dressed, when Chad surprised her by coming around the side of the bed and lifting her off the ground in a spine shattering hug.

She didn't even think about resisting him, she wanted his arms around her. She wanted more  –  so much more. Chad loosened his grip, but didn't release her. All of a sudden they were standing chest to chest, their faces only inches apart, and Bree's breath hitched again. Not from nerves or fear, but from pure excitement.

She could fully understand how she'd gotten pregnant. Her stomach tightened with need, desire racing through her blood.

She watched as Chad's eyes darkened, answering the need in her own face. She felt the pressure on her stomach as his need made itself known to her, pressing against her softness. The knowledge that she'd made this stronger than life man hard, caused her knees to tremble. She let out a moan without realizing it, and Chad quickly closed the gap between them.

As his lips brushed against hers, Bree moaned again. Sensation washed through her body as he molded his mouth against hers. She readily opened to his seeking tongue, and felt storm clouds building inside her.

She pushed against his hardness, feeling power when he trembled against her. She was turning this strong man to a quivering mass. She wanted more  –  wanted to make him cry out, like he was making her.

She ran her hands up his solid arms, raking her short nails against his tan skin. She reached his neck and would've smiled had her lips not been occupied, when she felt bumps appear on his skin. He deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue far inside the recesses of her mouth.

Chad moved his hands to the back of her hospital gown, easily slipping inside the paper-thin robe. She shuddered as his large hands made contact with her bare skin. More. She had to have all of him.

She lost complete control and didn't care. She was safe. She was wanted. She was needed. She loved him, she somehow just knew it.

Chad reached down to lift her in his arms, having every intention of setting her on the hard hospital bed and taking her right there, when a knock on the door stopped him cold. It was better than an icy shower. He quickly shielded Bree's body, to give her time to get her gown back in place as the door opened.

"Are you decent, Honey?" George asked as he cracked the door. "The doctor said I just missed the ultrasound but that you had some pictures for me."

George stepped in and looked from Chad's flushed face to Bree's shaking form behind him, and quickly put two and two together.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. I'll just wait out here for you," he said as he started to close the door. Bree was mortified to have been caught necking, by her father, nonetheless  –  even if she didn't remember him being her dad. She did know he loved her  –  as he'd been at the hospital almost as much as Chad.

"It's okay d …  dad," she stammered. She still tripped on the name, but felt wrong calling him George. He'd told her it was all right if she needed to, but he'd said it with suspiciously moist eyes. "We just finished the ultrasound and Chad was just getting ready to leave so I can get dressed," she finished. She was bright red as she said the words, but George let her get away with the lie.




 

 

"I'll wait outside with your father," Chad said. His entire body was on fire, and he knew he was going to have a difficult time walking, but she needed a few minutes to compose herself and get dressed. He'd been hoping to help her dress …  after he'd gotten rid of the gown and sunk himself deep inside her.