Waking Up Pregnant(75)

                Without taking her eyes off the up and down cycle of his hand, she undid her shirt, slipping out of it and letting it flutter to the ground, as her hands found the soft, ripe mounds of breasts that seemed to be growing in proportion to her belly.

                “Like this?” she asked, the flush of excitement pinkening her skin as she ran her shaking open palms against the stiff points of her nipples.

                “Yes.” Immediately he eased up on his grip, because, holy hell, add Darcy touching herself while she watched him? A man knew his limits. “Your skirt, too.”

                Catching her bottom lip in the clasp of her teeth she gingerly stepped over to his desk chair and sat down. He stalled, wondering what—but then she was inching the filmy layers of her skirt up one teasing inch at a time, until he could see what she was most deliberately showing him.

                And the world ceased to spin.

                “Panties?” he choked out.

                “Didn’t think I was going to need them,” she said with that mind-blowing mix of shy minx as she reached between her legs.

                He couldn’t be seeing what he thought he was seeing. Even if he’d started this game and she seemed to like it a lot, she’d been shy about it. So this couldn’t—

                “Letting you watch,” she moaned, reading the question in his eyes. “Making you wait.”

                One slender brow arched his way and suddenly, his gorgeous girl was in the power position. And he was all for letting her have it. For the next few minutes anyway.

                “Don’t stop, Jeff.”

                He resumed his stroke, fighting for control as he watched Darcy’s fingers play at the place he desperately wanted to visit. She was slick and swollen, panting and ready, and getting close to the peak he wanted to take her to himself.

                Needed to take her to himself.

                This game had gone on long enough.

                Going to his knees, he caught Darcy by the backs of hers and wheeled the chair closer.

                A moment more and their discarded shirts were tucked behind her back, her hips were at the edge of the chair and her legs trembled atop his shoulders as he licked and kissed and teased her.

                And then slowly, so slowly, so she wouldn’t miss a second of what was happening, and he wouldn’t miss a second of her response, he made a firm point of his tongue and sank into her waiting center.

                “Jeff!”

                His name hit with the first clench of her sex because all it had taken was one slow thrust and she’d come apart around his tongue. And because he wasn’t ready to give up even one second he could have of this, he continued to lap and kiss and stroke her until he’d coaxed the very last shudder from her body.

                Rocking back on his heels, he looked into her gorgeous, pleasure-sated face. He’d never get tired of seeing her look at him that way.

                Her smoky eyes tracked over him. “I knew I could count on you.”

                He let out a gruff laugh. “I aim to please.”

                “Good,” she hummed, easing out of the office chair with Jeff’s help. When she was up, she flashed him another sultry smile. “Up on the desk. You promised.”

                Hell, yes.