Free Outside The Lines (Love Beyond Reason Book 2) by Beth Rhodes

in the same conversation. Because without thinking, he said things like, the baby didn’t have a choice, and made her see a man she could love for a long time.
    He could be cold, and marrying him might be a risk, but it would be worth it.
    He rose and cupped the fullness of her breasts through her shirt. “I want to see everything,” he said. And the brush of his fingertips across the top of her chest sent desire strumming through her.
    “Should we wait?” Uncertainty rang in his words, making her swallow hard. Her conscience warred with the desire, and she shoved it aside.
    “It’s a little late for that,” she breathed.
    “I don’t care.”
    “Ha!” She wanted him. And he was going to refuse her? What could possibly happen? She’d get pregnant?
    She shoved him back and his mouth fell open. Then she advanced as the rawest emotion she’d ever experienced flooded her veins—anger, fear, love. It was all mixed up inside her. Her hands gripped his shirt, and she pulled at it, breaking the seal of shiny pearl snaps that ended just below his waist. She lifted his undershirt and yanked it up, hard. His shoulders easily maneuvered out of the restraint, but he still had that unsure look on his face. Worry.
    Well worry this . She flicked his pant snap open so her hand could fit in.
    “Shit.” He grabbed her wrist. “Maria.” His shockingly green eyes widened, and he sucked in his abdomen—surprised, but she was done being complacent, being willing to move on as if her life was fine. He wrenched her hand above her head, and she met the wall at her back.
    He was hard. Full with desire for her. He’d wanted her then. He wanted her now, even if he denied the emotional attachment.
    Then his lips were on her. His fingers were splayed on her arm above her head, and they trailed down as his grip was forgotten in their wet embrace. He sucked at her, laved her, took her mouth with no reserve, and he was breathless when he broke from her and trailed kisses down her neck.
    The tug of his caress started at her pulse, and her head fell back. Her leg came up, wrapped around his waist. They’d always been good together, even that first time.
    His hand fell away from her arm, and she rested her arms on his shoulders, circling his head. He found the bare skin at the edge of her sleeve with his mouth. He carefully lifted the hem of her shirt where it rode her waist and drew it over her head. Then he tugged the strap of her bra down her shoulder. The soft caress of his lips transformed to a desperate stroke on her nipple.
    The need tightened within her. “David,” she pleaded breathlessly, her hips grinding against him as her heart pounded, harder and faster. He gripped her hips and moved against her, the thrill of his clothed thrust sent her flying.
    Lights flashed behind her eyes. Muscles clenched around nothing, pulsed to the rhythm of his touch. And a single bead of sweat dripped down her cheek as an orgasm ripped through her.
    No. Not sweat. A tear. David brushed it from her cheek then lifted her.
    “Marry me, Ree. Plea—” he cut off the plea and lowered his head, touching her forehead with his own. He took a deep breath. “Please. For the baby.”
    “Yes.” She kissed him on the cheek. And before she could say anything else, he had grabbed her in a bear hug. His arms tightened around her and lifted her feet from the ground. She soothed him with a touch, a light brush of her hand over his head and down his neck. “It’s going to be okay, David.”
    “I should be the one saying that.”
    She shrugged. He wasn’t Catholic. She was about to bind herself to a man she had almost nothing in common with. They’d made love—and she’d loved him. He’d loved her. Or, she’d thought he had. She shoved aside the doubt—for their baby. “We need each other. Somehow…” She drifted off, not sure how to put to words what she was feeling. “We can make this work, right? Everybody needs someone. The baby needs