For the Babies' Sakes (Expecting) (Harlequin Presents, No. 2280) by Sara Wood Page B

burrowed into the firmness of her, inhaling the unique fragrance of her body as he worshipped every inch of her deeply sensual breasts.
    But she was in a hurry. His scalp tingled where she’d tugged fistfuls of hair, his face burned from her scalding, desperate kisses and grazing teeth, which were now nipping his lower lip urgently. Every last corner of his head was filled with their laboured breathing, his mind just amass of cataclysmic connections that fired his pleasure centres and nothing else.
    Her hand enclosed his and drew it from where it was enjoying the lengthening of one rosy nipple. About to protest, he let out a guttural groan instead as he felt the warmth of her thighs and then her wetness waiting for him.
    His head spinning, he managed to put his hands on her waist and to lift her. With Helen’s legs wrapped around him, he staggered more by luck than judgement to the adjoining sitting room, kissing her deeply and with mounting hunger as she writhed and squirmed against his body.
    He laid her down on the carpet and tore at his own clothes with the impatience of a teenage boy. Her hair was falling about her face, the band holding it hastily ripped off. They stared at one another with naked need and as his nudity increased her eyes became more and more sultry, her lips more inviting and his heart came close to bursting.
    She didn’t want a long, slow seduction. And he too was enveloped in a sense of desperation, some part of his nonfunctioning brain retaining the knowledge that this would be the last time he ever made love to his wife.
    Although he was tender with her as always, their love-making had a different dimension. He had never known her to be so uninhibited, so intensely passionate and fierce. She blew his mind away, every stroke of his body stoking up the furnaces that inflamed his nerves, every touch and caress affecting him like wildfire. They were both crying out and shouting, their bodies moving with exquisite perfection, drawing the very last ounce of sensation from their union.
    Through the misty haze that covered his eyes he saw that she was more beautiful than he had ever remembered. Sweat-licked, carnally erotic, she lured him on with hereyes, mouth, her hands and her entire body till every sense he possessed went into meltdown.
    His body flamed like a furnace. Exquisite pain tore at his sensitised nerves. He couldn’t bear it. No more, please, it was so good, too good…
    Shellbursts of pleasure. And again. And yet again…
    He couldn’t breathe. He seemed to be balancing on a summit, every muscle in his body tightened so fiercely that he ached everywhere. And then gradually consciousness began to flood back, his jerking muscles relaxed and he floated back to earth again.
    Back to a whole raft of guilt and regret for what he’d done.
    Helen lay limply beneath him, her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her lips. Gently he pushed the hair from her flushed face.
    â€˜Helen.’
    She didn’t stir. Moving carefully, so he didn’t disturb her, he shifted his weight and just gave himself up to luxuriating in the extraordinary tremors chasing through the cells of his body.
    He swallowed as a terrible emotion welled up inside him. It was pushing away the barriers he’d painstakingly erected and it threatened to flood his entire being with a destructive weakness.
    â€˜Helen!’ he whispered, checking.
    Deep asleep. He was glad. He had to grab a shower, chuck some clothes on fast…
    And then he must ring Celine.
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    Helen stretched languorously and reached out automatically for Dan. To her surprise her hands encountered nothing but the fibres of the carpet. Reluctantly her eyes peeled open.
    For a moment she lay there, dismay seeping into hervery bones as she realised two things. They had made love—mind-blowing, unbelievable love that had shot her up into the stratosphere somewhere—and he had gone.
    Another thought sneaked into her confused