Page 55 of A Baby Changes Everything

All of her. Every blessed inch.

His gaze followed the trail of his fingers. Through her dark hair. Along the graceful line of her neck. Across the tautness of her nipples. Over the dips and curves of her waist and hips. Down and then back up the endless length of her legs until finally ending at the apex of paradise.

"Please," Hope pleaded, her body writhing under his touch—urging and pleading for release.

Drew smiled. "Soon, baby," he promised, his heart full. Of Hope. Of how much he loved her. And only her. Forever.

He captured her mouth and rolled her onto her back, settling himself into the cradle of her thighs, his arousal hot against her skin. "Do you feel what you do to me?"

"Yes," she panted and jackknifed her legs on either side of his hips. "Drew, I can't..."

Gently, Drew eased himself inside her velvety folds. Hope arched to meet him. Slowly, he entered and withdrew, filling her more and more with each thrust until they established a slow and steady rhythm. His lips found hers, and their tongues danced in unison with their bodies. Their blood heated to a fevered pitch. Their needs surged, climbing toward the ultimate peak until their hearts collided.

God, he'd never experienced anything like this before. They were like two pieces to a puzzle, their fit absolute perfection.

As their pleasure intensified, Drew watched Hope's eyes melt into liquid pools of chocolate. Faster and harder now, he drove her to the edge of glory and brought her back again and again. Hope wrapped her mile-long legs around his waist and drew him inside as deeply as possible.

"More," she cried, raking her fingers down his back as she arched to meet him thrust for thrust.

And then it happened. Her body shuddered as her muscles clenched around him. Drew cried out her name a second before coming apart inside her. Their souls united into one as their worlds collided into the most glorious explosion of all time.

If they hadn't just been to paradise, they'd come pretty freaking close.

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When Hope awakened a few hours later, Drew was spooning her, his arm draped possessively across her waist. Every inch of her body still tingled from the thoroughly spectacular lovemaking they’d shared before they both collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

There wasn't an inch of Hope's flesh Drew hadn't touched or tasted, bringing to life things within her that Hope hadn't even known existed, let alone experienced with anyone else. Never had she felt more alive. More wanted. More treasured.

Being with Drew was quite simply amazing.

Though she hated to move and break contact with Drew, nature was calling rather insistently. Gingerly, Hope eased herself from Drew’s embrace and pushed herself off the bed. She scooped up her underwear and Drew’s tee-shirt on her way to the bathroom.

Once she'd taken care of her business, Hope dressed and met her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her dusky skin was still slightly flushed. Her eyes, dark and luminous in the light, sparkled beneath the thickness of her lashes. Her mouth, still rosy and swollen from Drew's delicious kisses, dimpled into a satisfied grin.

Unlike after their first and only other night they'd spent together, Hope wasn't on the verge of a full-out panic attack. Nor did she have the overwhelming urge to run. No, this time, there was no remorse. No what-the-hell-was-I-thinking recriminations. No desire to flee.

No, this time, Hope had no regrets. A few weeks ago, being with Drew again would have put the fear of God in her. But this time, even without the guarantee of where their relationship went from here, she had no misgivings.

For now,thiswas enough.

Flipping off the light, Hope quietly slipped back into bed. She hadn't any more than slid beneath the covers when Drew's arm snaked out to pull her against him. With his free hand, he brushed her hair to the side and nuzzled the back of her neck. "I missed you." His warm breath tickled the back of Hope's neck.

Her entire body hummed in response. "I had to pee." Hope laid a hand over his. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't." Drew kissed the spot below her ear. "Seems I have trouble sleeping when you're not beside me." He continued to kiss his way down her neck. "In fact, I've slept better the past few nights than I have in years."

Ironically, so had she, which somewhat surprised Hope, since she had never wanted anything more than the covers touching her when she slept. Yet, after sharing a bed with Drew the past few nights, where it was impossible not to inadvertently touch each other, Hope had slept more soundly than when she'd been at home in her queen-sized bed alone.

Hope couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever sleep as well without Drew beside her. After the incredible intimacy between them a few hours ago, Hope sincerely doubted it. What they’d shared had been staggering.

Magical.

Earth-shattering.

So much more than she’d ever expected. But was magnificent, toe-curling sex enough on which to build a relationship?

It's one helluva start, the little voice in her head insisted.

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