Page 35 of Prognosis Baby Daddy

‘What?’ Ben asked, his brow puckering.

It happened again. Was it? Could it be? ‘The baby,’ she said looking up at Ben, ‘it’s...moving. I think I can feel it moving.’ She looked at him uncertainly, the sexual haze disappearing. She was eighteen weeks gone. She’d felt the odd fluttering sensation a few times this last week, dismissed it as nothing, but this was a definite jab.

Ben’s frown slowly disappeared and a big grin split his face. ‘Really? Can I feel?’

She nodded and reached for his hand, guiding it beneath hers, placing it down low and despite the lifting of the sexually charged atmosphere, it was somehow suddenly more intimate than earlier. Ben’s heart pounded as they waited, staring at her tummy, at their linked hands.

‘We scared it away,’ Katya whispered. She felt strangely disappointed. The feeling had been difficult to describe. She’d felt...connected to the baby for the first time. And she desperately wanted to feel it again.

Ben was about to remove his hands when the baby kicked again. Katya gasped. ‘There!’ he exclaimed. ‘I felt it!’

Katya saw the excitement and wonder on his face and it was utterly contagious. She smiled back at him, feeling incredibly close to the baby, like she knew it suddenly. They waited again, eager for another kick.

‘I think the show’s over,’ Ben said a few minutes later, reluctant to remove his hand.

The tiny foetal movements had been thrilling to be part of and he wished suddenly that it was he carrying their baby. To be able to play a more intimate role in their baby’s development.

It was one thing feeling its first movements through his hand, but to feel it from the inside must be truly wondrous indeed.

The baby had gone from being an abstract, slightly terrifying idea to being a real live little human in an instant.

A rush of emotion rose in his chest.

They were having a baby.

He became aware again of his hand on her stomach. Her soft, warm skin, his hand grazing the line of her hipster knickers. He couldn’t remember a time when she’d looked sexier and he wanted her even more than before. Wanted to feel her beneath him, around him. He trailed his hand up the milky path the parted robe afforded him, stopping when he reached the valley between her breasts.

Desire flare in her eyes again. ‘I’m going to kiss you,’ he said.

Katya heard the rough texture of his voice and a rush of longing heated her belly and tingled between her thighs, the baby forgotten in the overwhelming urge to have his mouth against hers. Her nipples beaded again, his hand so close and her mind begged him to slip his hand beneath the fabric and touch one.

‘You shouldn’t,’ she said quietly, her gaze flicking to his full mouth.

At least her head was still grounded in reality. They really, really shouldn’t. She had been adamant about the rules of their cohabitation.

‘I want to,’ he said as he edged closer.

‘It’ll complicate things.’

‘You want it, too.’

Katya swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Was it that obvious? She watched in fascination as he slowly lowered his head, his mouth creeping inexorably closer. ‘No,’ she said softly, with absolutely no conviction.

There was silence as Ben’s lips halted their approach. ‘I keep thinking about that night,’ he said, his voice a husky whisper, his fingers sliding slowly beneath the fabric of her gown.

‘So do I,’ she admitted, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, her breasts aching for his touch.

‘I want to look at you.’ His heart thudded as his fingers found her scrunched nipple, the pad of his thumb stroking it impossibly higher.

A moan escaped Katya lips, her back arching involuntarily, pushing herself into his hand, moaning again when his hand cupped her entire breast. Her face flamed at her wantonness and she licked parched lips. ‘I want to look at you too,’ she whispered.

‘Katya,’ he whispered and closed the distance between their mouths.

Ben groaned, the smell of her skin was intoxicating, the taste of her mouth divine. His hand tightened against her breast as he lavished her mouth with sweet, slow kisses that burned his mouth and seared his soul. He wanted to touch her, kiss her all over, know every inch of her skin, possess every inch of her body.

At the touch of his lips Katya flamed with passion, ignited by his taste and his smell and his deep erotic groan. She could feel the glide of his lips and the prickle of his stubble and the tease of his fingers at her nipple, and she opened her mouth wider, wanting to feel him deeper, closer.

She lost track of time and thought, caught up in the all-consuming sensation of his mouth and his hand and their increasingly desperate kisses. She felt wanton and female and when he yanked her gown completely open she felt a surge of heat and desire pulse between her legs.

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