Having Jay's Baby (Having His Baby #2) by Fran Louise Page A

body. The cushioned indentation of her waist followed, and then her breasts. They erupted generously from the lacy bra.
    Her hair sparked with static as she slipped the dress off over her head and threw it to the ground. I only realised then that I’d been holding my breath, and exhaled sharply. I was still standing and her face was precariously close to my erection. She knew it, too, her eyes goading.
    I traced a finger back across the skin above her bra. This skin, that I’d so often touched in fantasy, was impossibly soft. It pebbled under my touch, her body shivering.
    Finally, she pressed her cheek against my crotch. I breathed out through pursed lips. I wanted her to take me in her mouth. Tension gripped the back of my throat at the mere thought of it. Clasping her neck, I threaded my fingers in her soft hair and shut my eyes. I had to slow down. I’d be done in moments if I didn’t get a hold on myself.
    “Lie down,” I said, lungs tight.
    I yanked off my shirt. Leaning one hand on either side of her, I crawled onto the bed. My eyes travelled up the winding edges and shadowed indentations of her legs, settling on the small mound under her silk panties. I kicked off my pants, impatient when she moved further back on to the bed.
    Pulling her back down towards me, smiling at her giggles, my face hovered between her legs. Nothing could have stopped me from sliding my hands up her thighs and burying my face in the soft, silk-covered apex. Her scent—so utterly female—soaked into my very pores. My cock twitched painfully as I absorbed the sensation.
    “Come here, Jay,” she said, her voice low.
    I moved willingly. Right at that second I would have done anything to please her. Our bodies slid together. Her mouth was wet and open, ready for me, and I caught it with jealous need. Kissing her deeply, I pressed her supple body into the feathered down. Where I was hard, she was soft. Her body accepted my pressure and enveloped it. I sank into her. She was everywhere. I was losing myself, and I didn’t care. I ground my hips against her, gasping when her legs encircled my waist, my cock pulsing with need.
    “Jay…” she said, as breathless as though she’d run a race. “Let’s do the foreplay later.”
    I laughed, the sensation bizarre given the tightly-drawn connection between us.
    “I’m serious,” she said. Her skin was as flushed and soft as ripe fruit. “I can’t wait.”
    “We have all afternoon,” I said.
    I clasped her hands, lifting them to each side of her head and holding her still. My erection pressed against the satin resistance of stomach. Blowing out a breath, I had to admit that she was right. “Maybe we should just take the edge off now.”
    “Yes,” she said, the word a mere breath.
    The whole morning had been foreplay; hell, since we’d last met in the hotel, there had been plenty of foreplay, in my head at any rate. I couldn’t be more ready than I was now.
    The scent of her was everywhere. I closed my eyes, buried my face in her soft neck, licking and tasting. Her pulse hammered against her translucent skin. I eased a hand across her breasts and down, testing the firm flesh, my fingers playing with the lacy edge of her panties. I stroked her until she was dangerously close to the edge.
    She squirmed in response, gasped. I slipped my thumb under the edge of the gauzy fabric. She stiffened, but I didn’t slow. I eased across the tight, curly hair until there was a surge of glossy heat against my fingers. My cock pulsed painfully in primitive response. She was ready for me. I could slip inside of her right now and fuck her senseless without even a breath of friction.
    Patience … my fingers slid down, parting her folds and probing. I eased another finger in. She gasped, a moan following, and her body buckled under me.
    “I want to taste you” I breathed, not even sure what I was saying.
    “Jay, wait—”
    “Just a taste,” I said, but I was already moving towards my target.
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