Baby by Design: Designing Love Book One (Crimson Romance) by Elley Arden Page B

her upper body pressed against his back as he rocketed off, shattering the evening silence. Vin was right. Tony was going to pay for all the wicked things he wanted to do to Trish, starting with running his hand up her stockings so he could feel how high her dress rode up her thighs.
    Maybe the urgency to misbehave grew on the harshness of Vin’s warning or the rushing crush of cold air against Tony’s face. More than likely it was Trish’s chin resting on his shoulder and the heat from her hands, clinging to his pecs. Whatever the reason, as he slowed his speed amid city traffic, he reached behind him to find her. Hooking his hand beneath her knee, he soaked in the soft but ragged feel of fishnet, and then moved his hand higher along the outside of her thigh. All the while her hands pressed deeper into his chest, until he could feel the bite of her fingernails.
    But then traffic opened up, and Tony needed both hands on the bars to keep control of the bike.
    Trish’s hands never let up with the pressure. Even when he cut the motor in front of her house, she choked his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was shock from his hand’s impromptu exploration or fear from his driving. Either way, he was a little worried to face her.
    Her hot, staccato breaths tickled the side of his neck, and his shoulder muscle throbbed beneath the weight of her chin. Such a strange combination of pleasure and pain. Strange enough to hold him there, savoring the sensations.
    “Now what?” she whispered.
    He patted her rigged hands. “You need to get off.” The words didn’t sound nearly as filthy as they tasted.
    “Oh. Okay.” She slid her hands around his chest and released his shoulder from the piercing pressure of her chin. Then she clamped onto his shoulders and pushed against him until he couldn’t feel her anymore.
    He didn’t like the icy feel of that one bit.
    When he dropped his right foot to the ground, he glanced behind him, so as not to kick her with his left leg when he swung off the bike. She stood out of reach, tugging her dress beneath his unbuttoned suit coat to her bended knees. Her blonde hair, battered from the wind, fell in clumps around her face, hiding her eyes, but he could see her teeth pulling at her bottom lip, and he had a clear shot of some impressive cleavage.
    Damn, he liked his women muddled.
    Lust punched a hole in his gut and yanked him off the bike. When he came to a stop in front of her, she froze. Hands flat on her belly, knees still bent. “You okay?” he asked.
    She tipped her head slightly and regarded him with shiny eyes. “You don’t wear a helmet?”
    “It’s not against the law in Pennsylvania.”
    “I know, but what about protection?” She straightened, and when she did, his coat slipped from her right shoulder.
    She was a glorious mess, so unlike the professional, capable Trish DeVign he knew.
    Tony reached for her, slipping his hand to her arm and pinching the coat between his fingers, dragging it over her smooth skin. Heat tightened his belly.
    “Sometimes protection is overrated,” he whispered. “Sometimes all it does is get in the way of the experience.”
    She slapped a hand over her mouth and backed away.
    Shit. Now he’d done it.
He’d shocked the hell out of her. Any minute she’d turn and run.
    Eyes wide, she dropped her hand. “You’ve pushed me to this, Tony. I have no choice.”
    He raised his palms to her, hoping to stop the tumble, wanting to fix things enough to save him from losing his livelihood and facing Angie’s wrath. “I’m sorry. I…”
    “We should have a baby together.” Trish slapped her hand over her mouth again.
    Tony fidgeted in the eerie silence, and then stuffed a finger into his ear, digging around like maybe he’d heard her wrong. But was there any mistaking those words? “I’m not sure how to respond to that.”
    She covered her eyes with her hands. “I know,” she whined. “Go ahead. Say it. I’m insane.” With a giant inhale, she