The Forgotten Child, Lorhainne Eckhart [bearly read books txt] 📗

Brad broke away; he rocked her heart. The soft play of Disney music filled the background. Brad scooped Trevor off the sofa and set him in Katy’s bed. Emily covered him with the pink comforter and stepped into the hall with Brad. The way he watched Trevor—she realized this man would move mountains for his son.

When he turned to her, she reached out to him. But her hand trembled, when she started to wonder if she was what Brad really wanted. He must have sensed her hesitation, as he leaned down and whispered to her the words she needed to hear.

“It’s all right. It’s just you and me in this moment, Em.” He lowered his head and his lips touched hers. His passion was unrestrained; a kiss hard, deep... One that told a woman she meant something. He lifted her in his arms, breaking the kiss only to ask, “The bedroom in here?”

“Uh, huh.”

Her heart thudded as he set her on the bed, pressing his body into her, once again capturing her mouth with his. It was amazing how this man, and his overwhelming power, could tell her with a touch, a caress, that she was wanted—she was needed. She ached for him; he too seemed hurried as he broke away, unbuttoning her blouse and her jeans and had her laying naked beneath him. He yanked off his shirt and pants, tossing everything in a heap on the floor. The hall light teased the room with a hint of light, enough that Emily swallowed hard at the image of this man. Oh, wow—he’s magnificent. With clothes on, he looked great. Seeing him now, in all his naked splendor, took her breath away. He had a solid mass of muscles on his wide expanse of a chest. Slim hips, no beer belly on this man, his lean hard stomach, the shape and strength of his thighs were solid and artfully constructed. There was no indecision; just anticipation and awareness that this man knew how to make love to a woman.

He moved with her. She twined her legs with his; he gazed deeply into her eyes for a few seconds, before leaning down and paying homage to her small perky breasts. His tongue touched and licked the first nipple, then he slowly took it in his mouth, lavishing, while being attentive to the other—to all of her. His hand drifted down, touching, caressing. Sweet torment was building, as she rustled against him when a tremble engulfed her.

Tossing her head back and forth, she didn’t know how much more she could take, and she finally pleaded with him, “Brad… please, now.”

“Not yet, we have time. Tonight, I’m going feel you buck beneath me; over and over again.” His hand continued to explore up the line of her thighs, pressing as he spread her legs wide. He explored and teased, lightly tracing the soft jewel where her legs joined, feeling how wet and ready she was for him. She couldn’t hold still as he slipped his finger in. He was enjoying her torment while she begged him to complete her.

Emily grasped his shoulders. She tried to pull him to her, but he wouldn’t move, instead he watched and held her burning gaze. It was equal parts, thrilling and frustrating; the way he toyed with her, bringing her to the brink of madness. She moaned, unable to suppress it any longer. He covered her mouth with his, a kiss so powerful and deep; his tongue mimicking the age-old art of loving. He spread her legs wide, guiding her to wrap them around his waist, running his hands smoothly over her curves. Cupping her buttocks, he slowly entered her. The way he watched her, she knew she was completely at his mercy. He touched her lip with the tip of his tongue; peered at her through hooded eyes. She gave herself up completely. A full surrender that left her gasping, flying and soaring together to music all their own. Something cracked the thin wall around her heart and she shut her eyes, swallowed by the age-old dance they shared together, and allowed herself to let go. When she opened her eyes, he was watching her with a catlike grin, as he lay sprawled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She didn’t want him to move; she wanted to absorb the magnitude of the feelings he’d managed to elicit from each cell, deep inside. A paradise she didn’t want to end. Never in her life had she experienced this intense passion. A man, who knew what he wanted, understood what she needed and how to make her lose control.

He leaned on his elbows, looking down at her and smoothing her hair back. She saw the fire glitter in his eyes before he pulled away, rolled on his back and threw his arm over his forehead. Did he regret what we did? Her heart sank for just a minute. She leaned over and touched his chest ever so lightly, almost fearful he may flee at any given moment. “Are you okay?”

He cupped her cheek, and she kissed his palm absorbing his touch. He winced as he pulled her close. Surrounding her with his arms, her legs tangled with his; he brushed his lips across her forehead and traced circles down her back.

She could feel something change inside him, as if he were pulling away. She waited with her cheek resting against his chest. She sucked in her bottom lip and pressed her teeth into the tender flesh, waiting for reality to speak. For him to say the words. Yeah, Em, thanks—this was great, but I have to get Trevor home.

He smacked his lips. He sucked in a breath. Okay, here it comes. She scrunched her eyes closed. “Em, are you on the pill? I mean, we didn’t use a condom, which was really stupid.” She darted up and looked him squarely in the eye while his hands ran up and down her back and over her bottom. She blinked, trying to understand what he’d said. He raised one brow, expecting an answer. She blinked again. “No…there was never a need. I haven’t well, had…well—let’s just say it’s been over a year, but it’s the wrong time of the month. I’m pretty good at knowing when it’s…you know…” This was really embarrassing, even after what they shared. She’d never thought about it.

His lips twitched at her demure way of explaining. Then he held her face between the palms of his hands, forcing her to look at him and he crooked his eyebrow up. “Em, come on, just admit it; we didn’t use any protection, and there’s a pretty big chance you’re carrying my kid now.”

She shivered at the thought of carrying his child. Wow, until now, she’d not thought of having more. “God, how I’d love to have your baby.” Where had that come from? She slapped her hand over her mouth, wishing it back. It was too soon; she could scare him away. But she was so tired of hiding her feelings. She didn’t want to take it back.

Brad said nothing; just watched her in an odd distant way. She wanted to ask if he wanted more children, if he’d stay. She wanted to know what he was thinking. But she said nothing as she slid her leg with his, and snuggled in closer. And for a moment, as she shut her eyes, she dreamed of a forever connection.