Page 38 of Claiming His Baby At The Altar

‘Look,’he breathed.

One hand was flat against her pubis, the other holding the material of her dress at the top of her hip, exposing her belly.

She barely registered her stomach, too intent on the gorgeous man gazing at her as ifshewere a thing of wonder.

‘I see a woman,’ he said hoarsely, his eyes taking her belly in before rising back up to gaze into her eyes. ‘A sexy, beautiful, feminine, curvaceous woman who has given me the greatest gift a man can receive. Wear your curves with pride because you earned them and because they are as sexy as hell.’

Flora gazed, trapped and helpless, into Ramos’s eyes. She needed to push his hand away and scream at him to stop but the heat bubbling inside her was too needy, too strong, melting her from the inside out.

His fingers slowly dipped under the band of her knickers.

Her knees buckled. Only his strength kept her upright.

She couldn’t breathe. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t draw in breath.

His fingers dipped lower.

Dear heavens, the sensation...

Her breath came back to her in shallow inhalations that turned into pants when a finger pressed gently against her swollen nub.

She was burning. Aflame.

He increased the pressure against her nub, just a little, but enough for...

Flora was losing herself. Losing control. Terrified, she struck out wildly behind her only for her hand to clasp tightly onto Ramos’s hip, and then his mouth buried into her neck and she was lost.

Flopping her head back onto his shoulder, she closed her eyes and let herself go.

Moving her pelvis, she found a rhythm with the fingers doing such magical things to her. The pleasure was impossible to contain, escaping her lips in wanton moans as the pressure built up and up and she held on for dear life, writhing against him, suffused with his breath on her skin and in her hair and the whispers of his inaudible voice until, with a loud cry, the explosion came and shattered her into a million pieces.

‘Flora?’

She didn’t dare open her eyes.

Her dress had been released and gently swooshed back to her knees. Two strong arms were wrapped around her waist holding her upright. Ramos’s nose was nuzzling in her hair. He must be able to feel the thuds of her heart bashing through her.

She could still feel the zings of ecstasy that had split her body into mere atomic parts.

He whispered her name again.

But she couldn’t respond. The second she opened her eyes or mouth, reality was going to hit her and then she would be confronted with the humiliation of how she had just come undone with nothing more than Ramos’s touch.

He twisted her round to face him. Her legs obeyed his ministrations even if her brain tried to remain stubborn.

Warm hands cupped her cheeks.

‘Flora, look at me,’ he breathed.

She took a long breath, opened her eyes and met Ramos’s melting stare.

She’d expected to find triumph there but what she found made her heart sigh and the potential for humiliation evaporate. There was no triumph, only wonder.

Incredibly, a tiny swell of laughter rose up her throat. ‘That wasn’t supposed to happen,’ she whispered, half smiling, half trying not to cry.

His lips curved and a low burst of laughter left his mouth before he lowered his face to hers and kissed her. It was the lightest brush of his lips against hers but, oh, thank the Lord he was holding her up or she would have swooned to the floor.

His hands skimmed from her cheeks to thread through the strands of her hair.

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