Page 35 of Sassy Surrogate
“I was going to find somewhere to stay and reach out to you to find a way forward. In hindsight, I think it was a kneejerk reaction because I thoughtyouwere rejectingme. You see, I’ve known for a while that I’m falling in love with you, slowly, but surely. And now my heart belongs to you just as completely as yours belongs to me.
“I love you, Heath. I don’t want to leave you. I want to stay and find a way to build a life with you and our baby.”
I feel as if I’ve been poleaxed. I feel her words throughout my entire body. Jesus, this woman slays me. The acceptance that she offers me is something I’ve never felt before.
“Come here, angel. Let me hold you.”
Danica launches herself at me, and it’s all I can do to keep the chair from tipping over backwards. Folding her into my embrace, I savour the feel of her in my arms and thank every deity I can think of for the blessing of her.
She places her lips a hair’s breadth from mine and says, “Kiss me, Heath.”
I don’t need to be asked twice.
Closing the tiny space between our lips, I sink into the kiss. I nibble her bottom lip before gliding my tongue over it, tracing the seam, entreating her to open for me. To me. And when she does, I pour my heart into it, communicating everything I’m unable to articulate.
I cup her head, tilting it so I can deepen the kiss. Danica’s fingers trace over the buttons of my shirt; I feel her undo them, one at a time, until she has my shirt open. Her touch on my naked skin is soft and tentative at first but becomes bolder.
Scratching her nail lightly over my nipple, I can’t bite back a moan of pleasure. Who knew it would feel so good? She traces my torso with her fingers as if learning the feel of me with touch and finally coming up for air, I lift Danica to her feet and stand, shrugging out of my shirt as I do.
I want her naked and under me more than my next breath. “Off with those clothes, angel. I want to see you. All those luscious curves I’ve been lusting over since the day I met you.”
She seems taken aback by my words. “You have?”
“Hell yeah, I have. I’ve dreamed of getting my hands on that pin-up girl body of yours all this time.”
“Huh. Who knew? And all this time, I thought I was the only one feeling that way.”
“You fantasized about me?” I’m surprised by her admission.
“Hell yeah,” she echoes with a mischievous smile.
By the time we’re both naked I’m about ready to beg to get my hands and mouth on her. I pick her up and gently lay her on her bed, then stand back to simply admire the glory that is her. Putting a knee on the bed beside her, I straddle her body. I lean over to nuzzle first one breast, then the other.
Running my tongue over one tiny bud, I watch in fascination as it beads tightly as my breath feathers over the wet tip, like it’s begging for more attention. Happily, I oblige by sucking the tightly pebbled nipple into my mouth. I alternate between light nips and strong suction, and it isn’t long before Danica arches up into me, silently begging for more.
I work my way down her body; laving here, nipping there, soothing with butterfly kisses as I go; until I reach the apex of her thighs. As I part her swollen lips with my thumbs, I see how wet she is for me. I can’t help but groan at the sight.
I drag a thumb through the wetness and over her clit, and this time it’s she who groans in pleasure. Looking up at her, I take in the flush of colour that rides high on her cheekbones, her increased breathing, and feel myself harden even more.
“Angel, look at me.” Danica pries her eyes open and does as I ask. “I need to ask, before this goes any further. I need the words. Are you one hundred percent sure this is what you want? There’s no going back. Once this happens, you’re mine, and I’m not giving you up. For anything or anyone.”
Her pupils dilate further until there’s little of that beautiful smoky grey left. She licks her lips and nods.
“No baby, I need the words.”
“Yes.” She nods again. “Yes, I want this. I want you.”
My eyes close involuntarily at her words as they hit me hard.
With a shaking hand, I reach out to run a fingertip over her clit and down to the opening of her pussy. Then slowly, I slide it into her snug channel and I feel the muscle flex around my finger. Lowering my head, I take her clit into my mouth and suck hard, my cheeks hollowing with effort.
Danica twines her fingers through my hair, gripping tight as if to anchor herself while I feast on her. Sinking a second finger into her, I glide them in and out, my fingers curving to give maximum pleasure. The walls of her feminine core clamp down on my fingers, and I feel the tell-tale flutter of her impending orgasm.
As pleasure overtakes her, I’m mesmerised, watching her as she shatters into a climax so strong it has her gripping my hair almost to the point of pain, her back arching right off the bed.
Shit. It couldn’t hit me at a worse possible moment that I don’t have any protection with me. I hadn’t thought I’d need any anytime soon. Giving her a chance to recover, I bide my time before breaking the news to her.
“Danica, angel, I don’t have a condom. I’ve got nothing to protect you with.”
