The Cowboy's Baby(32)

She wanted that tongue elsewhere so badly she trembled with the power of her own desire. When Daniel pulled away from her briefly, she whimpered softly at his loss, only to have him chuckle lowly when he reached for the hem of her t-shirt. Flushing darkly, Esme glanced over the grassy plain around them self-consciously. “Daniel…we can’t…here?” Her voice came out in a breathy whisper that drew an indulgent curving of his lips.

“We’re the only ones around for miles, I assure you. There’s more privacy here than anywhere I can possibly think of, Esme. Unless,” His gorgeous eyes gleamed with sudden mischief. “You’d like to go back to the house? Or stop entirely?” In the space of a millisecond, his gaze sobered and the expression he fixed her with became very serious. “If that’s the case, Esme, just say so. I don’t want to pressure you. I only want you to know…” His voice lowered to a husky murmur. “You don’t know how long I’ve imagined undressing you.”

At the words, the young woman’s eyes slid closed as the ache between her legs multiplied tenfold. When Daniel kissed her again, it was soft –almost hesitant as he sought her permission to continue. Esme erased any doubts he might have when she pressed her body firmly against his, her fingers curling into the material of his shirt as she kissed him with all the pent up desire that had tortured her for the past few weeks.

With a low groan, Daniel lifted her physically from the blanket with ease, settling her in the center of it before reaching for her shirt once more. This time, he didn’t hesitate, stripping the garment from her to set off to the side. For a moment, he merely gazed over her mostly nude torso, and Esme felt his eyes linger on her swelling breasts and the minuscule hump of her belly. When she moved to cover them, he caught her hands, his gaze locking with hers.

“Don’t ever think you need to hide this from me. You’re beautiful, Esme.” A hand stroked over her cheek before his opposite palm came to rest at the crest of her growing stomach. “This is beautiful.”

Esme forced herself not to think of the ramifications of his statement. He saw her as a vessel for his child – and if she happened to have a pretty face, so much the better for him. This was momentary sexual desire, and to attribute any deeper meaning to it would be completely remiss on her part…wouldn’t it?

When he looked at her like that – ran his hands indulgently over her skin – it was easy for her to pretend that there was nothing but desire between them – that he was just a man, and she just a woman.

Of course, things were far more complicated than that.

However, as the man peeled back the cups of her bra, exposing her breasts to the open air, such thoughts fled her mind. Daniel’s calloused hands each took the warm weight of her bosoms into their palms as he plumped them towards his mouth. A dusky peek disappeared between his lips and sensation shot through her, a moan spilling from her own.

His tongue and teeth tortured the small bead of flesh, nipping, biting, and licking until she was a quivering mass beneath him. Esme’s body had utterly and completely betrayed her. While she had never had an issue enjoying sexual encounters before, this was something completely and totally different. The mere touch of Daniel’s mouth against her skin made her writhe.

It was intoxicating.

Daniel teased one nipple until she was gasping, small sounds of pleasure escaping her, before he switched to the other seamlessly. He went back and forth as the fire within her built to epic proportions and she knew she had utterly ruined her underwear – only then did he move on.

The warmth of the sun kissed the woman’s bare skin almost as intimately as her new lover as he moved downwards, nipping at the underside of each breast before his hands moved to the swell of her abdomen. Here, he took immense care, drawing his lips up over the slight swell to finally rest his ear upon the crest of her stomach – as if trying to feel the life inside her. He hovered there for a moment, his thumbs rubbing small circles in her flesh as he reveled in the life growing within her.

For an instant – a split second in time – Esme found herself longing to watch the child grow with his father. She wanted to see him smothered in all the love she knew Daniel could give – to stand by the man’s side and be his support in the trials and tribulations to come.

But that wasn’t her place

She still had a career to pursue and dreams to fulfill –and for the first time in her life, Esme wondered about the path she hadn’t chosen.

Daniel’s mouth, low on her belly, snapped her back to the present. The man worked dexterously at the fastenings of her jeans before undoing them, sliding the thick cloth down her legs. All at once, the young woman lie before him in nothing but her cotton panties, her skin flushed from his attentions. Hi eyes devoured her from head to foot before a low sound of awe escaped him.