Page 104 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

Warmth floods my chest, and I shift away from her. At this angle, with as big as her belly’s gotten, there’s no way this will work and allow her to be comfortable on that table.

Stepping back, I gently ease her off the edge until her feet hit the floor. She wobbles slightly, her hands grasping my upper arms to keep herself upright on shaky legs.

I brush my lips over her ear, enjoying the little shiver of anticipation that rolls through her. “Turn around.”

Her eyes flare, and that blush creeps up her neck and over her cheeks again as her mouth falls open. But she doesn’t hesitate. She releases her grip on me and gives me her back, pressing her hands flat against the table, then leaning forward onto her elbows.

I move in behind her and press against her bare skin, hot even through the confines of my jeans that feel about five sizes too small at the moment.

There is nothing about this woman that isn’t stunning, but bent over like this, with her lush ass and glistening pussy in the air in offering to me, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.

If I could take a picture to capture this moment forever, I would carry it with me everywhere, but a mental snapshot will have to do for now.

Though I can guarantee it’s been searing into my memory like an erotic tattoo I will never want to remove.

I lean over her, kissing along the back of her neck to her ear where I nip at the lobe and make her shiver. “You tell me if this is too much, too hard, if I’m hurting you or the baby.”

She shakes her head. “You won’t.”

Sliding my hand around her neck, I force her head back until our eyes meet. “You’ll tell me.”

It isn’t up for debate.

I appreciate her faith in me, but I don’t have the experience to know if what my body will want me to do is what Ishouldbe in this position or her condition.

She nods, and I reach between us and unzip my pants, freeing my aching cock from the constrictive prison. I shove the fabric down only to mid-thigh, unwilling to wait even the few extra seconds it would take to get them all the way off before I align with her slick heat.

I push in on a long, slow glide, giving her time to accept me, to adjust.

Fuck, this angle, this position…

My balls seize up again, and I grit my teeth and still myself because if I move even another fraction of an inch, I’m going to come instantly.

Camille squeezes around me, only half inside her, and glances over her shoulder at me in question. Her body trembles under my hands at her hips. “Dalton?”

“I…need…a second.”

She clamps down harder, a whimper falling from her lips and striking me square in that spot in my chest that belongs only to her. “I need you. Now.”

Her words snap the last threat of my restraint, and my control slips as I push into her all the way, until her ass presses against my pelvis and my cock is buried to the hilt.

“Fucking hell, Camille.”

I drop my hands down on top of hers on the table, entwining our fingers, and burying my face against her neck. Her orange blossom scent invades my choppy breaths as I draw my hips back and slowly plunge into her again.

She releases a strangled cry, and I immediately freeze my movements.

“No!” A keening whimper comes from her parted lips. “Keep going.”

Camille is strong.

Determined.

She can take so much more than I ever give her credit for.

Thank God, because I feel like my control is about to slip even more.

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