The Prince and the Pregnant Princess(Desert Rogues, Book 6)(46) by Susan Mallery
His words created a clear visual in her mind. One that made her swallow and fogged her head in such a way that it was difficult to remember why she was supposed to be upset.
Oh, yeah. “You are not going to distract me from my purpose,” she said with less force than she would have liked. But it was impossible to generate a whole lot of anger when her body was in the process of melting at the man’s touch.
“What purpose is that?” he asked.
It took her a second to remember. “You’re not going to seduce me into forgetting I want to get my college degree. It’s wrong of you to attempt to deprive me of an education.”
He pulled her close against him. “I am not trying to distract you. I’m seducing you so we can consummate our relationship. It is long past time.”
“What about my—”
He silenced her with a kiss. “Later,” he murmured, his mouth settling on hers.
Cleo had a brief thought that she would protest, but then Sadik began to follow the plan he’d outlined and she figured they could fight anytime. Right now it wouldn’t be so very bad to give in to his insistent attentions.
He bent down and kissed from her collarbone to just below her jaw, then licked the inside of her ear. Instantly goose bumps popped out all over. She shivered and sighed. There were, she thought as her body began to heat up and prepare for the inevitable lovemaking to follow, compensations for being married to Sadik.
The physical side of their marriage would always be pleasant.
But he would never love her.
The thought appeared from nowhere. Cleo firmly shoved it away. She wouldn’t think about that right now. Because if she thought about how her husband would never care about her the way he’d cared about his late fiancée, the pain would chase away all her pleasure in the moment. She felt as if she’d been alone for so long. Sadik offered warmth and a safe haven. Was it so wrong to give in to that?
His hands moving from her back around toward her br**sts was answer enough. She ached for him. She felt huge and ungainly, yet she knew none of that mattered to Sadik. For reasons that had never been clear, he would think she was gorgeous in burlap.
Even as his teeth closed on her earlobe, his hands cupped her br**sts. Since the pregnancy, that part of her had grown exquisitely sensitive. Her ni**les puckered in anticipation of his touch.
“Tell me,” he whispered, then sucked on her earlobe. “Tell me if I hurt you. I read that pregnancy can make a woman’s br**sts too painful to touch.”
Her br**sts throbbed, but not in the way he meant. If he didn’t touch her more intimately, she was going to die.
“I’m fine,” she managed to say. The need was so intense, she found it difficult to speak. “I stopped being that sensitive a few weeks ago.”
“So it is safe for me to—”
“Yes,” she said frantically, unable to keep herself from putting her hands on top of his and urging him to shift. His thumbs grazed her tight ni**les, and she gasped as pleasure washed through her.
She became lost in the sensation of his fingers teasing and lightly squeezing.
Fire shot through her, sailing through her midsection and settling between her legs. She was already wet. She could feel her slick readiness and the dull throbbing that signified her need for release.
Sadik wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping into her mouth and touching hers. They stroked each other, invading, playing, dancing, needing. Cleo clung to him, wanting all that he could offer. He’d always had the ability to take her to the edge of sensual sanity. Tonight she needed to forget the real world and get lost in his passion.
She became vaguely aware that he was easing them toward the bedroom. Once they were inside, he closed the door and broke the kiss long enough to lead her to the bed. With the ease of a man confident in both his abilities and his reception, he moved behind her and unzipped her dress.
The garment slipped down her arms. She grabbed it at her waist, suddenly self-conscious about the changes in her body. She glanced at him over her shoulder.
“I’m getting pretty pregnant,” she said, hating that she could feel heat flaring on her cheeks.
He grinned. “I know. I have made you so.”
Then his smile faded. He circled around in front of her and took one of her hands in his. This allowed her to keep her dress over her belly and experience his hot kisses against her palm.
“You grow round with my seed,” he murmured against her skin. “I see the changes, and each day I am more in awe of your female beauty.”
He released her hand and knelt on the floor in front of her. After helping her slip out of her sandals, he gently tugged on the dress until she released it.
The fabric pooled at her feet.
Cleo refused to give up her bikini briefs, but instead of wearing them up on her hips, she was forced to tuck them under her stomach. She felt stupid in her panties and bra with her big belly sticking out in front. But her husband did not seem to mind. He kissed her tight skin and licked her belly button. With gentle hands, he eased her onto the bed where he knelt between her legs. After helping her off with her bra, he slipped off her panties.
When she was naked, he began the slow, sexy dance specifically designed to drive her mad. He licked her br**sts until she trembled with need. The talented tip of his tongue danced with her ni**les, making her writhe on the bed. When her breathing came hot and fast, he moved lower. He stroked her stomach with his fingertips, tracing patterns that had no purpose but to make her his. Ever lower and lower, but not quite touching that one place that wept for his nearness.
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