Page 16 of The Maid's Pregnancy Bombshell

‘My toe!’ she gasped tragically.

Ares averted his gaze from her nudity, but not quite before he had appreciated that the richer protein-based diet in his London home had made her a touch less slender. He snatched up a giant towel and wrapped her in it while she continued to try and hop around like a frantic one-legged bunny rabbit being chased by a shotgun. In frustration, Ares lifted her protesting body out of the bathroom and sank down on the edge of the bed with her on his lap. He smoothed her foot with a firm hold and soothing stroking fingers over her stubby little toes.

He touched her with a gentle kindness nobody who looked at him would be aware he was even capable of demonstrating, Alana conceded. He had been so good to her while she was ill and when they had arrived at the fabulous villa, it had felt ridiculously like a honeymoon destination and as if they were normal newly marrieds.

She blinked back the tears that had engulfed her and started to apologise for the fuss she had made. And then, she thought,No, I’m not doing this, I’m not doing fake when I’ve finally got his arms round me again.

Her hand stretched up to slowly push her fingers into his tousled silvery fair hair and hold him fast. Her other hand found its own path up to the sensual fullness of his lower lip and scored along it.

‘What are you doing?’ Ares asked icily.

But Alana knew that icy detachment he called up at will was only superficial, certainly not anything that she believed she needed to worry about. His stunning eyes locked to hers. ‘Alana—’

‘You’re faking disinterest,’ Alana muttered. ‘Stop it! Stop acting like I’m assaulting you! You want me just as much as I want you. I’m not so stupid that I can’t see that. I don’t know why you’re doing it. I don’t understand why you’re pushing me away yet keeping me so close...’

And within a split second, Ares caved in to the sheer temptation of her because he didn’t understand either and he really,reallydidn’t want to talk about it and if he kissed her, at least, she wouldn’t be asking him for answers he couldn’t give her. His mouth claimed her parted lips while she was still talking and every atom of the raw hunger he had suppressed flooded through that first kiss like a dangerous storm warning.

Alana surfaced dizzily to find herself prone on the bed. She went back into the kiss after a necessary intake of oxygen and every skin cell was screaming with joy that Ares had finally dropped his walls and surrendered to their mutual chemistry. She knew that she was encouraging him but she also knew that he had started it all with that first kiss. Until then, she had held back, she had suppressed her response to him but that first kiss had set that attraction free and Alana had never been too timid or afraid to go after what she wanted.

It was one of those very rare occasions when Ares wasn’t thinking, indeed he was refusing to think. Heknewthat if he started thinking he would stop and come up with all the very good reasons why he shouldnotbecome intimate with Alana Davison. He arranged her on the bed with precision and great care and he looked at her, lying there, letting him look with that intoxicating smile of hers and not a hint of shyness. He enjoyed that view so very much that for the first time ever he understood why lovers took naked photos of each other, an act that had previously struck him as the worst and lowest of aberrations.

‘Why are you staring at me? Is there something wrong?’ Alana gasped, emerald eyes suddenly anxious.

‘You’re a fantasy,’ Ares framed, not entirely convinced that thatwashim speaking, but she was smiling again, so it really did not matter if he had turned into some Jekyll and Hyde twin-natured creature who didn’t know what he was doing or saying. He liked it when she smiled. It was that simple.

And then Ares claimed her lips again and Alana was in heaven because Ares was incredibly good at the art of kissing. Certainly, no other male had ever got her so stirred up with kisses and she had never let any other male go travelling with his kisses across the rest of her body. But when it was Ares, everything was different. Every inch of her craved Ares’s touch and when he paused to suck at a straining nipple, her hips left the bed and she made a squeaky sound that made him glance up at her in surprise.

‘I liked it,’ she told him hurriedly, lest he desist in the belief that she hadn’t. ‘Just lost my voice.’

A wicked grin illuminated his dark features. ‘You’re very vocal... I like that,asterimou.’

And Alana was discovering that she seemed to like absolutely everything that Ares did to her. Her body no longer felt under her control. Her heart was racing and jumping, her muscles jerking taut. A lean hand stroked her thigh and she was convinced she was about to spontaneously combust. There was a buzz inside her like a battery revving up, but it was a buzz that had been building for days every time Ares looked at her, touched her, spoke to her—her sense of connection to him was that intense. That Ares was finally acknowledging the same reactions felt miraculous and wonderful.

He traced her fine bones and the glorious curves of her with a sense of discovery that was new to him. The creamy smooth skin, the bright green eyes, the soft silky strands of hair. It was just sex, his brain chimed in without warning, and there was never anything remotely special about sex. Heknewthat. He had seen that from his earliest years and the darkness of those times had ensured that he was more careful than most not to attach any deeper emotion to a physical act. That thought cooled his heated blood and he fell back from her, suddenly questioning what he was doing, why he was smashing down barriers that he had always respected, why he wasn’t weighing up the potential costs of such unusual behaviour.

‘What’s up?’ Alana lifted her head off the pillow, chilled by that revealing withdrawal, the black lashes lowering to veil his dark eyes to a narrow golden shimmer. ‘No, not now,’ she muttered, her finger splaying across a satin-smooth bronzed shoulder. ‘Don’t you dare go inside that head of yours and start brooding and questioning and doubting. I won’t have it.’

A reluctant laugh was wrenched from Ares. ‘You won’t?’ he scoffed.

‘No because this ismybig sex scene, not yours,’ Alana countered, teasing him in a way she had never imagined she would tease a male, but there was something about Ares’s reserve that made her bold. ‘Your only responsibility is to make it amazing—’

‘Could be a challenge for a man with a virgin,’ Ares parried, his dark deep drawl shaking slightly because in a handful of words she had somehow banished the darkness inside him with her own weird gift of light and made him swallow back laughter.

‘Am I the first one you’ve been with?’ Alana asked jealously.

‘Yes.’

‘Then you don’t know what you’re talking about, so keep quiet,’ Alana urged, small hand travelling down over his indented muscular torso in an appreciative caress. ‘Lie back. I want a live anatomy lesson—’

Ares grinned and caught her tiny hand in his and gently eased her back again. ‘You’re not running this show. I am,asteri mou,’ he assured her, and that shadowy instant of almost stepping back from the brink was conquered by her appeal and forgotten. ‘Tonight is for you,onlyfor you.’

‘I’m not going to be a selfish lover,’ Alana objected.

Still smiling, Ares gathered her into his arms and kissed her breathless, revelling in the taste of her, the silky soft delicacy of her skin against his. Alana quivered as he rubbed gently over her prominent nipples, nurturing the sensitivity there to send a dart of heat down between her legs. She squirmed as long skilled fingers traced the damp core of her, gently teased the entrance, delivering a cascade of unfamiliar new sensations that parted her lips on a moan.

His tongue dallied with hers and she writhed as the intensity of sensation gathered like a hot liquid pool low in her belly. He rested her down and kissed and licked a trail down over her quivering length, sliding her thighs further apart. He used his lips on the sensitive bundle of nerves that controlled her and from that point on, everything he did to her was off-the-chartshotand so exciting she gasped and writhed and simply lived in the moment. The tension at her core built and built until her climax flamed up through her, leaving her limp in the aftermath.

‘That was amazing,’ she told him chattily.

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