Free CEO's Expectant Secretary by Leanne Banks

turn between them. She felt heat rush to her face.
    “I was downstairs and the housekeeper thought you might like some juice and cookies,” he said.
    Elle smiled and took the small tray from him. Still holding on to her towel, she carefully set it on the dresser. “That was nice. She’s so sweet, but she fusses over me more than my mother.”
    “Maybe because you’re so busy taking care of your mother,” he said.
    “Maybe,” she said, too aware of his presence so close to her. She knew his body intimately. At the moment, he wore a pair of pajama bottoms that dipped below his ripped abs and belly button. She remembered sliding her hands over his wide shoulders while he kissed her deeply. It was all too easy to recall the sexy gasp he made when she touched him intimately.
    “Elle,” Brock said. “What are you thinking right now?”
    She bit her lip and looked away. “Nothing important. Nothing worth—”
    He touched her arm and her denial stuck in her throat. It had been two weeks since they’d been intimate, and God help her, she’d missed him. Even through the morning sickness. She’d missed being with him, away from everything and everyone else.
    “I can’t believe you still want me,” she whispered.
    He pulled her toward him and the sensation of his strong chest against her nearly buckled her knees. She deliberately stiffened them.
    “Why not?” he asked. He skimmed his hand down to the small of her back and pressed her into him.
    The obvious strength of his arousal shocked her. She searched his gaze for clues to his emotions. “But after what I did,” she said. “How could—”
    He moved his other hand up to the back of her head, sliding his fingers through her hair, tilting her head so that her mouth was completely accessible to him. “Let’s not overthink it.”
    He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her possessively. Should she be asking for more than sex? she wondered. Maybe not, she thought as his tongue slid past her lips and caressed hers. Maybe he was right. Maybe she should stop thinking and concentrate on feeling. What did she have to lose?
    Dropping the towel, she lifted her hands to the back of his neck and surrendered to the moment.
    Brock gave a low, barely audible growl and pushed the towel to the floor. When her bare breasts pressed against his chest, she sighed. He groaned. He slid one of his hands over her nipple and she gasped, feeling a correlating electricity between her legs.
    “Problem?” he asked, rubbing his lips over hers.
    “I’m more sensitive since I’m—” He rubbed her nipple again and she sucked in another breath as she felt herself grow swollen.
    “Should I stop?”
    “Oh, please, no,” she said, surprised at the speed of her arousal.
    “Is this safe for you?” he asked, going completely still. “For the baby?”
    She nodded. “The doctor said—” She licked her lips. “He said we can do anything we did before.”
    Brock swore under his breath and lifted his hands to her face. “Damn my soul, but I’ve missed you,” he said and took her mouth in a sensual, ferocious kiss that matched the way she felt about him.
    With each second that passed, she felt her temperature rise, her heart beat faster. She wanted more, so much more. Squeezing the muscles of his arms and drawing his tongue into her mouth, she couldn’t keep still. She wriggled against him and he slid his leg between hers, lifting it high between her thighs, rubbing her where she was already wet and aching.
    She slid her hands down over his ribs to his flat abdomen and pushed her fingers beneath the waistband of his drawstring pants. Brock lifted his hand to her breasts, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.
    The sensation made her dizzy. She pushed his pants over his hips, wanting more of him, craving ultimate closeness.
    “It’s too fast,” he muttered as she closed her hand over his shaft.
    “Not for me,” she said.
    “Oh, Elle,” he said, picking her up in his arms and