Free The Footballer's Designer Baby (A BWWM Pregnancy Romance) by Alexis Gold

really happening, like it was a dream, he lowered his face to hers, closing his eyes, and brushed his lips in a feather soft touch against hers.
     
    He hovered there for a moment, his lips just above hers, their breath mingled, their hearts racing, and she lifted her chin to press her lips softly against his, returning his kiss, tentatively and sweetly, almost believing that it was a dream, but knowing that it was not.
     
    His strong arms lifted her closer to him, pressing her against the skin of his chest, and he carefully deepened their kiss, breathing her in a little more, letting his lips taste hers, embracing the intimacy of her mouth and her soul connected to his for an immeasurable moment.
     
    Delilah was sure she was dreaming. She’d never felt so full of lightness and electric energy in her life. The feel of his lips touching hers seemed to wash away everything else in her, as though she was only tethered to this earth by his kiss, and if he were to let go, she would float away into the air.
     
    Her hand closed more firmly around his wrist and he pressed her to his heart, and then he lifted his lips from hers and pressed his forehead against hers for a moment, before opening his eyes and looking down at her in stunned silence. She looked at him, and the world seemed to rush back in around them, swirling in around the two of them like a tide and pulling them apart slowly with its strong grip of reality.
     
    “Do you want to try to stand up? Maybe we should be getting back to the house.”
     
    It felt like a cool breeze had drifted through her heart, and she blinked her eyes, and nodded. “Yeah, let’s… let’s go back. I think I’m okay now.”
     
    He helped her to her feet and she tried to keep from looking at his rock solid torso, as he bent to pick up his shirt, shook the sand from it and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans. He looked at her for a moment and then said, “Are you okay?”
     
    Delilah nodded and smiled a little, taking a few steps and then feeling she was alright, she walked back to the house with him, side by side in silence. He helped her in the door, and then said good night and vanished into what she thought of as his half of the house. The part of the house that she’d never been in before, where his room and who knows what else, was located.
     
    She rubbed her hands over her face and went to her own room, taking a hot shower and heading to bed. She tried not to think of the kiss they shared. It was just a kiss. Neither one of them was even remotely interested in anything more, and while it was nice, it probably shouldn’t have happened.
     
    When she woke up in the morning, it was early and dark still, and she pulled on her robe and slippers and headed for the kitchen to find Cameron sitting at the table with a single light on, a cup of coffee in his hands, and a newspaper laying on the table between his elbows.
     
    “Good morning,” she said with a smile as she sat down beside him. He sighed and leaned back in his chair and took a swig of his coffee.   
     
    “We made the front page of the paper this morning.”
     
    “The team? Well that’s good!” she said, thinking that his tone did not sound the least bit happy about it.
     
    “No, not the team. You and I,” he said, pushing the paper toward her and taking another drink. 
     
    Delilah looked at him in confusion as she picked up the paper and stared at a small collection of photographs of Cameron helping her out of the obstetrician’s office and into the Murano. The captions and article speculated heavily that she was Cameron’s secret girlfriend and that she was carrying their love child. She grew immediately incensed and tossed the paper onto the table.
     
    “What right do they have to print trash like that? That’s absurd! They’re not even close on it. Not at all.”
     
    He looked at her, took a deep breath and sighed. “Well, that’s another part of the fame game that just comes as a