Page 30 of Cinderella's Secret Baby

She snapped her eyes open to see him reaching past her to click the lock.

“If something doesn’t feel good, we’ll stop and find something that does. For instance, that kiss the other day...” He cupped her face. “Felt very, very good.”

“It did,” she whispered, and watched his mouth come closer.

Then his lips were brushing hers, capturing. Her hands found his neck and the crisp line where the fade of his haircut met the hollow at the base of his skull. In seconds, they were back in that passionate kiss, and she was lost.

They both groaned, and he shifted his hands to the door behind her, flattening her there with the press of his body.

She gasped as she felt the shape of his erection press against her stomach.

“Yeah,” he said against her ear, nuzzling her neck in a way that weakened her knees. “I think this new body of yours is really freaking hot.”

She couldn’t help but slide her hands beneath the open edges of his shirt to explore the warm skin of his torso. She followed the ripples of his rib cage and found the lines of muscles in his lower back on either side of his spine. As they continued to kiss, she crept her touch back to the hard beads of his nipples.

He sucked in a harsh breath and lifted his head, pressing his hips into her, nostrils flaring as he looked down at her. He cupped her chin again.

“I’m trying to take this slow,” he admonished through his teeth.

A thrill of power went through her, giving her the confidence to hold his gaze as she deliberately pushed back on him with the thrust of her hips, gently crushing her pelvic bone into his erection.

He made a supremely sexy sound, eyelids flinching before he swooped, gathering her up like she weighed nothing. Her stomach dipped and her head floated. She blinked and clung around his neck, trying to get her bearings, but she was disconcerted by his strength and the razor-sharp lines that had come into his intense expression.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked in surprise.

“In the best possible way, yes,” he said grittily as he placed her on the bed. “Brace for payback.”

Oh. She scooted to sit and drew her knees up. “I should, um, tell you that the doctor said I might need lubri—”

He withdrew a tube from the night table.

All her sexy feelings fell off a cliff. “Kept that handy for Eden, did you?”

“No.”He scowled. “I did my research. You think I wasn’t interested in how soon a woman can have sex after a baby?” He caught her ankle and tugged.

She let him drag her down onto her back and remove one sock, but had to say, “I’m a little nervous. It’s been a while for me, and you’ve been having sex with someone else—”

“I haven’t.” He threw her sock away and removed the other.

“But—” She was surprised. She let him pull her bottom all the way to the edge of the bed. “Sorry, I just assumed. You were engaged.”

“She wanted to wait until we were married. Now quit talking about her.”

She set her hands on the sides of his head, needing him to look her in the eye. “Is that true?”

“Yes. You’re the last woman I slept with, okay?” There was such banked discomfort in his eyes as he revealed that, she couldn’t doubt it.

“Okay,” she said dumbly.

He threw off his shirt and dropped his trousers, his hurry implying it had been a while for him. She hid a smile at that thought and let him dispense with the fly on her wide-legged trousers. She lifted her hips so he could more easily peel them off her hips, then sat up to pull her shirt over her head.

He studied her as he absently dropped her clothes atop his own.

She bit her lip as he looked her over. Unity had bought her matching underwear with nursing bras that were a lot prettier than the boring white cotton ones she had gotten for herself. This one was gray satin with pink rickrack and a closure between her breasts that she found a lot more convenient than the strap snap of her old bras.

“I’m afraid to take this off,” she said truthfully. “I don’t want to spoil the mood if they decide to misbehave, but maybe a quick look?” She teasingly opened the cups to expose the heavy swells and the deep cleavage between.

“I think I have a kink for denial.” He groaned as he sank to his knees between her feet. His gaze never left her chest. He grazed his tickling touch from her hips up her waist, making her nipples sting before he stole the edges of the cups from her fingers.

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