Page 18 of Maybe My Baby

In a split second, Donovan took control of the kiss. His tongue teased hers. His strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her on top of him as he sprawled on his back a second time. The apartment had been hot when they first arrived. Ginny had changed into a thin cotton sundress to cool down.

Now her wardrobe choice made for easy access.

Donovan stroked her intimately, pressing between her legs against her bikini undies until she squirmed and gasped. “Take me,” she whispered. “Or maybe I’ll take you...”

She saw his inner struggle written on his face. “I don’t want to make you feel worse,” he said.

“Sleeping with you every night has been wonderful, but right now, I want more. I want all of you, Donovan.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“If you start to feel sick, we’ll stop,” he insisted, his expression torn between lust and indecision.

Ginny unzipped his pants and helped shimmy them to his knees. Suddenly, slow wasn’t working for her. She found his erection and fisted it. “I need you inside me.”

Donovan froze, his expression arrested.

“What is it?” she cried, alarmed by his odd body language.

“We don’t need a condom,” he croaked. “I’ve never once made love to you without one.”

Her face flushed. Her breasts tightened. Desire—hot and greedy—poured through her veins. “Show me,” she said.

Desperation made them clumsy. Instead of undressing, Ginny straddled his waist. Donovan shoved her underwear out of the way and filled her with one forceful thrust. “Oh, damn,” he groaned. “This is incredible.”

It was incredible and beautiful and desperate.

Ginny felt wild and free. Donovan gripped her ass. They moved as one. She was panting. They both were.

Donovan tried to slow down, but they were feeling the sting of a weeklong sexual fast. When he thumbed her most sensitive spot, she cried out and fell into a wave of pleasure that went on and on in endless ripples.

“Sunshine...” Dylan groaned out his pet name for her and arched his back, filling her with his powerful surge as he found release. She slumped onto his broad, warm chest, her head beneath his chin.

In the silence that followed, she could hear his ragged breathing. Outside on the street, cars went by. Ginny had a hard time catching her breath. She was elated and terrified and everything in between.

Eventually, they both got up. There wasn’t much talking as they adjusted their clothes. Donovan finished carrying boxes to the car. They had ridden in his ten-year-old pickup truck, the one he used to transport wood and make deliveries.

Ginny ran a comb through her hair and used the bathroom. Then she sat in the living room and waited.

When Donovan climbed the steps again and came inside, he was hot and sweaty. She grimaced. “I feel bad making you do all this.”

“You didn’tmakeme do anything,” he said, shaking his head. “I think I’ll come back for your TV and the coffee maker. I’d rather put those in the car. Are you sure about this supper idea?”

She had suggested a meal at Peach Crumble. “I didn’t think about leaving my stuff unattended.”

“If we park the truck at the curb where we can keep an eye on things, I’m sure it will be fine. But I was really talking about your stomach.”

“Oh.” She grimaced. “I’m just so tired of staying in bed and eating crackers. Surely there’s something I can try.”

“It’s your call.” But his expression showed his doubt.

Fortunately, Ginny fared well. She ordered a plain grilled chicken breast with a side of applesauce and hot tea. Though she only managed to eat a third of the chicken, the food stayed down.

As Donovan enjoyed a slice of German chocolate cake for dessert, Ginny brooded. “I have to tell my parents about the baby soon.”

“You don’t want to?”

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