Free The Princess is Pregnant! by Laurie Paige Page B

memory. It seemed so impossibly long ago. Or like a dream that had never happened.
    Only she had the developing child to prove it did.
    Opening her eyes, she gazed at him, unsure of what they were doing, or why.
    “It’s okay,” he whispered, bending to her, touching her with the sweetest kisses from his lips,so soft and tender and yet hungry and filled with desire.
    Catching his head in her hands, she stared into his eyes. “How can it be?”
    “We’ll work it all out,” he promised.
    With a deft twist, he unfastened the row of tiny buttons that closed the front of her top so that he could push it aside. He stroked the satiny material of her bra before running the tips of his fingers over the burgeoning flesh. A half smile touched his mouth when he spied the closure. He unsnapped it.
    A rush of fresh desire rose in her as the breeze caressed lightly over her breast. He kissed the tip before taking it into his mouth and circling it with his tongue.
    Her breath caught, her chest lifted, and she pressed eagerly up to him, wanting more…all that he could give her…all that was hers to give him…
    “Yes, come to me,” he whispered hoarsely. “This is where you belong. With me.”
    His movements against her increased in a rhythmic fashion that fed the fire between them. Wantonly she pressed his thigh between hers and still wanted more.
    “I need…I’m about to…Jean-Paul, please,” she whispered back, desperate for his complete touch.
    He kissed her in a hot, wild torrent of male need, all over her face and throat, murmuring lovely, wicked things as they sought satisfaction.
    “Beautiful selky,” he said. “My lovely sea wife. I didn’t think you existed.”
    She rose to meet his downward thrust and wished the clothing that separated their bodies would disappear. She knew this interlude was foolish, dangerous even, but she wanted him…wanted him…
    With a gasp, she realized he’d shifted again. His long powerful fingers slipped under her top and quickly unfastened the snap and zipper at her waist.
    “We can’t,” she reminded him softly, desperately.
    “Not everything,” he agreed, “but this much…”
    His voice trailed away into little kisses against her ear as his hand touched her intimately, finding the dew of passion she couldn’t hide.
    “Take all you want,” he murmured urgently. “Take from me.”
    He absorbed the little cry she made when he rubbed sensuously against her and then deeply inside her, finding all the sensitive places of her body. She did the same for him, caressing the hard ridge with both hands until the world receded, drowned by the surging sea that lifted them higher and higher, then dumped them, gasping and stunned by the force, upon a distant shore.
    “By the heavens, selky, but you come close to unmanning me,” he said, collapsing against her, breathing hard.
    Megan closed her eyes and wondered how, afterknowing him and this pleasure, she could ever return to her real life, the one that didn’t include a rebel earl from another land.
    “Princess Megan! Princess Megan! You must come. The queen wishes to see you.”
    The voice of her maid also seemed to come from some far place.
    “We’ll go together,” Jean-Paul said, rising and helping her to her feet. He straightened his clothing while she did the same.
    Before they left the leafy bower, he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. “Aye,” he whispered. “It must be marriage for us.”
     
    It must be marriage…
    The words echoed through Megan’s thoughts as she hurried to the queen’s chambers. Lady Gwendolyn opened the door to her and dropped a tiny curtsy. “Megan, do come in. The queen is in her parlor—”
    “Eating bread and honey?” Megan quipped as she and her siblings used to do, teasing their parents.
    The lady-in-waiting grinned. “Yes. I suppose that means the king is in his counting house, counting out his money.”
    “See if there’s a maid in the garden hanging out clothes,” the