Free To Have the Doctor's Baby by Teresa Southwick

supporting their theory.”
    He walked around the bed and stopped in front of her, threading the fingers of both hands through the hair around her face. “Then, let’s do our own study.”
    â€œWe’ll write a paper.”
    â€œOr something.”
    Gently, he held her face in his hands. In what felt like slow motion, he lowered his head until his lips brushed hers. The touch was tender and chaste. There was nothing insistent in the way he took her mouth over and over, letting familiar sensations drift through her. She slid her hands inside his opened shirt and settled her palms athis waist. The skin was too hot, too tempting and she explored the expanse of his back, feeling the play of muscles rippling there. Emotions washed over her that she remembered from another lifetime but could have been just yesterday.
    She wanted him just like before.
    He moved a hand from her face and placed it on her lower back, just above her butt, urging her closer to his solid strength. They were pressed together from chest to knee and she could feel his need.
    Just like before.
    Knowing he still wanted her unleashed a flood of pent-up passion, and she kissed him back, putting all the frustration from the last two years into it. Her body was so in sync with his that she felt the instant when gentleness turned fierce and tender gave way to wild.
    His breathing went from slightly rasping to ragged and harsh. His hands moved urgently over her, restless and demanding. With her palms pressed flat on his back, she could feel his increasing tension.
    The marriage might be dead, but attraction and desire were not. Position planning and pregnancy strategy were forgotten as their bodies remembered the way it used to be between them.
    Ryleigh rubbed her fingers over the dusting of hair on his chest until her nerve endings tingled. She touched his nipple and felt it grow hard as he hissed out a breath.
    â€œThat’s not playing fair.”
    She looked up and smiled. “I never agreed to.”
    â€œOkay, but just remember you started it—” A challenging expression slid into his eyes, one that said he intended to finish it. He gripped the hem of her T-shirt and tugged it up and off, tossed it over his shoulder, then pulled her against him again.
    She felt his fingers on her back just before the sides of her bra parted. When she settled her hand on the zipper of his jeans, he groaned. The tempo of passion shot up another notch as a silent signal passed between them. He pushed at her sweatpants while she struggled with his belt and jeans. When they were finally naked, he lowered her to the mattress and settled on his side next to her.
    He took her breast in his hand and brushed his thumb over the taut nipple, sending exquisite electricity arcing through her. As his hand trailed over her belly and down between her legs, her breath came in gasps, as if she couldn’t draw enough air into her lungs. Her hips moved, instinctively working to contain and increase the pleasure of his touch.
    He slid a finger into her and tension coiled between her legs and her thighs trembled. With his mouth on hers, he swallowed her needy moan. He bent over her a little more and she lifted her hips, letting him know without words what she wanted. Needed. She felt him smile and knew he knew, but continued to tease her with his hands, fingers and mouth.
    Tension and longing coiled and grew until she shattered into a million points of light. He held her while she came back together and the tremors slowed. Then he levered himself over her and nudged her legs wider. The feel of him pushing inside started the pleasure growing yet again. He reached between them to rub the nub of nerve endings as he stroked inside her, pushing her again to the breaking point.
    His breathing grew harsh and ragged, while intensity flashed in his eyes. Then he groaned and went still before burying his face in the crook of her neck. She felt her own release break free