Expecting the Doctor's Baby by Teresa Southwick Page A

she wanted him with every fiber of her being there was no room for anything but the insatiable yearning.
    He kissed her, then ran his tongue over her lips, coaxing them open. He didn’t hesitate to plunge inside, giving as much as he took. She held on to the lapels of his jacket for all she was worth, enjoying the primal strength of him hidden by the sophisticated clothing. He was like a big present just waiting to be opened and the anticipation built along with a delicious pressure deep inside.
    They were both breathing hard when he pulled back and studied her face. “Sam—”
    â€œI know.”
    And she did. Sliding her hands over his chest, she pushed his tuxedo jacket from his shoulders, letting it drop on the carpet. He reached out and pulled the pins from her hair and she shook the strands free. Passion etched his face as he slid one finger beneath the strap of her gown and down her arm before tugging it over her breasts and hips until it pooled at her feet. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her strapless bra, allowing her breasts to spill free before his hands were there to cup and caress her.
    Sam sucked in a delicious breath when he stroked an aroused nipple. Then he bent and took it into his mouth, the pleasure so intense she could hardly stand it.
    She undid the buttons on his shirt with shaking fingers and he yanked it off before she rested her hands on his broad chest, the dusting of hair tickling her palms. He kissed her again and her lips parted, allowing him access. Taking full advantage, he dipped his tongue inside and stroked until liquid heat poured through her, leaving her thighs shaking and a pressure building deep inside.
    She’d never needed like this before, never wanted the way she wanted Mitch.
    She brushed her fingertips across his abdomen and over his waist, feeling his spasm of response as she traced the sensitive spot just above the waistband of his slacks. When she slid a finger beneath, he sucked in a breath. In a heartbeat he swept off the rest of her clothes and his, then lowered her to the carpet with her dress, his jacket and everything else around them. All she wanted was him inside her. All she could think about was relieving the pressure he’d built in the center of her being.
    With his knee he parted her legs, then slid into her where she welcomed him with open arms and waiting warmth. He plunged deeper, drove her higher until her sudden and unexpectedly swift release exploded into a fireball that shattered into a thousand points of light. Before she was back in one piece he thrust once more, then stilled above her and groaned out his own satisfaction.
    For several moments he simply held her tight, his body a solid sweet weight on her. Then he rested his forehead to hers and she felt more than saw his smile.
    â€œYou okay?” he asked.
    â€œYeah.”
    The response was automatic, but she realized it was the truth. He’d wanted her. He’d told her she was bright and beautiful and the words were a balm to her battered soul. She was very all right and couldn’t regret what they’d just done. He kissed her nose, then took her lips in an achingly tender touch.
    His slow, sexy grin was a wicked challenge. “Are you still sorry about missing dessert?”
    She shook her head. “That was twice as good with none of the calories.”
    â€œGood answer. As much as I hate to, it’s time to go. I have to be at the hospital before God.”
    When he levered himself up and reached for his clothes, she grabbed the afghan from the arm of her sofa and wrapped it around her naked shoulders. After dressing, he looked down at her, all satisfied male. “Next time I’ll make sure there’s a bed.”
    She blinked up at him. “Next time?”
    â€œI’m a confident guy.”
    â€œThere can’t be a next time.”
    â€œWhy not?” He reached down a hand and pulled her to her feet, staring into her eyes for a long