Page 20 of The Rancher's Pregnancy Surprise

"So?"

"You can't possibly—"

"But I can. I do." Ronan's amber eyes darken with desire. "Do you want me to prove it?"

Say no!

But instead I hear myself whisper the magic words. "Please, Ronan."

In one fluid motion, he locks the door and returns to me. His hands cup my face with exquisite tenderness, and his lips find mine in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly burns into something fierce and hungry.

"I've been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you," he growls against my mouth.

"In the bus station?" I ask breathlessly.

He pulls back slightly, a strange smile playing on his lips. "Something like that."

Then his mouth is on mine again, and I forget to question the cryptic response. All I can focus on is the feel of him—his hands in my hair, his tongue tangling with mine, the solid warmth of his body pressing against me.

"We shouldn't do this here," I manage to gasp out between kisses.

"Clinic's closed for lunch," he responds, trailing his lips down my neck. "No appointments for the next hour."

His hands are already working on the ties of my hospital gown, exposing my skin to the cool air of the examination room. I should be mortified—pregnant and half-naked on an examination table with a man I barely know but can't seem to resist. Instead, I feel only a desperate, clawing need.

"You're beautiful," he says roughly, his gaze taking in my swollen breasts, the curve of my belly. "So fucking beautiful."

I shake my head, suddenly self-conscious. "I'm huge."

"You're perfect." He places a hand against my round flesh, his touch possessive, and a shudder rocks my body.

My heart thunders against my chest as Ronan helps me lie back on the medical bed. He pays special attention to my breasts, now sensitive and fuller than before my pregnancy. His tongue circles one nipple, then the other, making me arch and gasp.

"Tell me if anything hurts," he commands. "Tell me to stop and I will."

"Don't stop," I beg. "Please don't stop."

His smile against my skin is all male satisfaction as he continues his downward exploration. He drops to his knees beside the bed, positioning himself between my legs.

"I've dreamed of tasting you," Ronan whispers as the heat of his breath tickles the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. "Every fucking night since we met."

His mouth is on me before I can respond, and my body arches up as his tongue works its usual devastating magic, thrusting in and out of my swollen core.

But just when I'm so close, Ronan slows everything down, and it's a never-ending cycle that soon has me biting back sobs of aching need.

He finally pulls back, and all I can do is stare as he gets rid of his clothes. Is it just me or has he gotten...bigger? And harder?

My fingers itch when I see the trail of hair leading down to the waistband of his pants, and my throat turns dry as his last piece of clothing falls away.

Oh.

No other word comes to mind. The sheer beauty of his naked body. The size of him. And oh, the violent way his shaft throbs!

My eyes close as his weight settles over me, and there are just no words, absolutely no words to describe when Ronan finally enters my body, and his length swells against my inner walls.

Amber eyes capture mine as Ronan pushes forward inch by torturous inch.

It touches me how he's doing his best not to hurt me, but I want more. I want everything.

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