Expecting my Billionaire Stepbrother's Baby (a Stepbrother Romance Novel) by Emilia Beaumont

Author:Emilia Beaumont [Beaumont, Emilia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Elwynn Cottage
Published: 2015-07-05T16:00:00+00:00

14

Fourteen

My hands found his strong chest. I wanted to peel his suit and shirt off him, to see what was underneath again. I craved to run my fingertips over his smooth chest and rock-hard abs, to feel his warm skin up against mine.

But with the remaining shred of willpower I had left I pushed him with my flattened palms away from my aching body. It was the most unnatural thing to do when every part of my screamed to be close to him, to have him once again.

I gasped for air as our lips parted. Drake looked down at me quizzically. My mind reeled, and like a tug-of-war, it tried to decide whether or not to tell him about the life I was carrying inside me.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he said, and his mouth enveloped mine again before I could say a word. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I moaned. It was what I wanted, he knew that, I knew that. So why was I resisting?

Oh, yeah, right. Christine and that other thing…

“You can’t have me and her,” I said as I pulled away. His lips trailed down my neck, his hands tugging at my neckline, exposing my collarbone. It felt wonderful to be touched again, to feel wanted, and I melted as he kissed his way down to my cleavage.

“I don’t want her, though. I want you.”

“You can’t have me, Drake. You’re my stepbrother…” I moaned again as pain and pleasure shot through me while his fingers found my taut nipples, rubbing them, beading them under his rough touch. He didn’t realise how sensitive they were feeling, a side effect of the pregnancy, of course.

“It doesn’t matter, I don’t care,” he breathed. He lifted the hem of my shirt up to expose my fleshy tummy and pressed his lips against my skin. I wasn’t showing yet, but I still felt self-consciousness about my roundness.

“Drake, stop,” I said, running my fingers through his hair whilst he was on his knees. My hands slipped down the sides of his face and urged him skyward. “I need to talk to you.”

Drake rose to his feet, his hands skimming up my hips, past my waist, encouraging me to lift up my arms as he peeled off my top.

The tops of my breasts spilled over the cups of my bra as he squeezed generous handfuls. “Drake…” I moaned, not wanting him to stop but desperately trying to say the words that would change everything.

“Shh,” he demanded. “I’ve missed you so much, there’s no time for talk.” In a swift motion he scooped me up, his biceps bulging and straining under his suit jacket. I was still amazed how he had the strength to pick me up. He whisked me over to the couch and rested me down slowly, as if I were a delicate item he was taking care of… little did he know of course I was carrying something most definitely precious inside me.

Drake removed his jacket, letting it crumple on the floor.

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