Free The Shy Dominant by Jan Irving Page A

we make a baby because then you’ll be tied to me. Then I can reel you in under my roof. Then I’ll have a hold on this beautiful, scary, mysterious much-younger-lady.”
    Her lips parted. Had the sex with Taz been as much about enthralling her as titillation for Fred? It had been. He’d found a totally unique form of courtship for the adventurous woman she was.
    He was busy corralling her while he pleasured her.
    “You diabolical man, you keep offering me these tastes of a life I’ve never experienced.”
    “If you let me come inside you”—his voice was throaty—“I’ll make it better than you can imagine. You’ll want it over and over again until I knock you up.”
    Her breath caught because suddenly, crazily, she did want that. She could see it happening, and she felt a tug not just of hot desire, but of that deep pool of pain that lay quiet around her breast bone. That wish for connection. For family?
    She’d been on her own since her mother passed away and Fred knew it, knew she hadn’t had a happy childhood but a lonely one, passed in foster homes. She’d come into her own when she’d gone to college and begun to paint.
    “I’ve never had unprotected sex before.” And now it was a siren’s call, and she wanted it. It was the most crash-test-dummy event of her life, and she’d done some reckless things.
    He raised one eyebrow.
    “You made me want to risk it, just once…” She chewed her lip. “But your life is so messy and I’m not sure I’m ready to become a mom and—”
    “And yes?” His lips brushed her forehead, then her cheeks and her mouth.
    She lifted her leg around his, feeling his hard penis brush against her sex. She was on fire to feel what it would be like.
    “Just this once, okay? We’ll take this risk one time right now, but then we go back to being as safe as possible.” She loved him, but she had no idea where they were going. If any of her girlfriends heard her just now, they’d be shocked because she was always so careful.
    Well, except for Sian. She would understand Dharma’s moment of weakness.
    “Yes?” he asked her again, holding her gaze.
    “Come inside me.” She took hold of him, feeling again how thick he was.
    He took her wrists in one of his hands, raising them above her head, lifted her leg even higher so she was splayed open and mounted her firmly.
    The commitment of this act took her breath, more primal than marriage. This was what had preceded marriage, sex as a creative act.
    She groaned as he pushed inside her in one heavy thrust. He threw his head back, grunting, hot and eager, overwhelming her.
    He ran his hand over her breast, cupping and squeezing it, appreciating it before he settled his palm on her belly.
    His gaze held hers, deadly serious.
    And she knew he wanted to make her pregnant.
    She fought to get closer, they strained… She felt his heavy balls slap her body and she was conscious as never before that he was full of life. This wasn’t light, fun sex. This was a man trying to make a baby with his woman.
    When he freed her hands, she gripped his hips, his ass, digging in her nails, then she was shuddering, going deep, going under, her body subdued under his as he shot inside her.
    After they were done, he reached down for her ankle and lifted it onto his lower back.
    “I’d take care of you. You know that.”
    “Yes, I know, even though I can take care of myself. Does this mean if the pizza boy showed up at your door he’d only get a look in?”
    He rubbed her breasts possessively. “So you have a touch of exhibitionism? Bad girl.”
    She choked on a laugh. “Yes.”
    He rubbed his lips tenderly against hers. “I’ll keep asking to make a family with you. And you’ll let me do it again, sooner or later.”
    She didn’t make him pull out. Every minute could mean they made a baby together.
    So she figured Fred was right, he probably would get her to take the risk again.

Chapter Seven
    “Wow,” Sian breathed. “Wow.”
    “I