Page 88 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

And I want to give it to her, even when I have no fucking clue how to do it.

My cock aches, and she tries to shift her position, but her belly prevents her from moving or changing the angles. A little frustrated moan falls from her mouth to mine, and I angle her head to better collect those little noises.

I want them all.

Ineedthem as much as I do her.

But I don’t know what to do, how to make this work for her, how not to hurt her or the baby and still give her what she seeks.

The helplessness mixes with her frustration, turning our movements and kisses even more frenzied until she tears her mouth from mine. Wild, lust-hazed eyes meet mine, and she nudges my shoulders.

I follow her command, falling back on the bed and the tangled sheets still askew from her dream.

Camille slides her leg across me, fully straddling my hips and settling her heat only covered by thin, silky panties directly over my hard cock. A searing blaze spreads out from where our bodies touch, seeping into the marrow of my bones and igniting a firestorm in my heart.

In the moonlight filtering in from the window, her dark hair falling around her face as she stares down at me, Camille is the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen.

I take her face in my palm, brushing my thumb across her pinkened cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her entire body shudders against me, making her grind against my hard length in a way that has me near the brink of my restraint. My fingers itch to touch every part of her. To feel her smooth, soft skin against mine. To explore the woman who has so easily stolen my heart.

She shifts back slightly and glides her hand along the hem of my shirt, urging me to shift up enough to let her pull it off. Her appreciative gaze roams over my chest and stomach almost greedily in a way she didn’t allow herself to earlier. Every muscle tightens in response to her assessment, my body primed and ready for whatever Camille decides she wants.

I’m more than happy to give her all of me.

As far as I’m concerned, the woman already owns me.

Her eyes drift to my cock straining against the confines of my jeans, and her lips slide open on a little mewl that makes me twitch in anticipation.

She grasps the hem of her tank top, gliding it up over the smooth expanse of her stomach and freeing her breasts before she drops it off the side of the bed.

Hell…

All the air rushes from my lungs, my hands fisting in the rumpled sheets beneath me.

Good God.

I havealwaysthought Camille was beautiful. Her beauty stunned me speechless almost from the beginning. But seeing her like this—her perfect, full breasts, just begging for me to touch them, to taste them, her swollen belly, her glowing skin in the moonlight…I don’t stand a chance of maintaining control.

Fuck.

Like the young, inexperienced virgin I am, I almost come on the spot just looking at her.

Only by a razor-thin thread of sheer willpower do I manage to wrangle my body back under control. But when her soft, warm fingers slide to undo the buttons on my jeans, I catch her hand, stalling her progress.

I have to give her one more chance to stop before she does something she might regret later. Something I never would’ve rushed her into. Something I never intended to happen at all.

Her eyes lift to meet mine, and she closes her other hand over mine and squeezes.

This is what she wants.

Maybe it’s more than want. Maybe she needs it. Needs me. Needs the connection and the safety and the release she’ll find from all the uncertainty and demons chasing her.

I could never deny her that.

Literally,anythingthis woman asks of me is hers.

She moves off my thighs so I can shove down my pants and boxers and kick them off, freeing my cock and giving her free rein over my body without the fear that held her back in my room.

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