Free Her Pregnancy Surprise by Kim Lawrence Page A

made her dizzy.
    ‘This is quite spectacularly crazy.’
    She tried to swallow but couldn’t. She couldn’t stop shaking, tremors that ran like febrile shudders through her entire body. Insane it might be, but she could actually feel his voice. No man had ever excited her this way…up until now she had thought she wasn’t capable of feeling this way. What if it never happened again?
    The thought spurred her into direct action. ‘I don’t do crazy, Luc.’ Her lashes lifted and she looked him straight in the eyes. ‘But I could learn.’
    Luc’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a startled gasp.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    M EGAN’S head dropped. God, she’d been too direct…she’d shocked Luc and small wonder! Her comment had been only slightly less subtle than screaming, Take me! Just because you fancy the socks off him doesn’t mean he feels the same way!
    Teeth clenched, she resisted the hand that curved under her chin and his soft but firm instruction, ‘Look at me, Megan.’ Until finally with an exasperated sigh she allowed her face to be tilted up to his.
    The mixture of embarrassment and defiance faded from her face as she looked at him. He was smiling a smile so fierce so sweet that she felt as if she’d melt. His fingertips ran along the curve of her jaw and she turned her head into his hand and kissed his palm.
    ‘I’ll teach you,’ he rasped.
    This time there was nothing vaguely tentative or gentle about his lips or the probing tongue that slid between her parted lips. Electrified, Megan kissed him back with a driven desperation. Whimpering softly into his mouth, she wound her arms tightly around his neck.
    Her mind had stopped functioning. She was simply responding to the primitive need that made her plaster her aching breasts against his chest, pressing her hips into his. She couldn’t get close enough to him. She had no idea of how long they stood there kissing with a frenzied, frantic desperation.
    At some point they must have stopped kissing long enough to end up standing beneath the porch of one of the stable workshops.
    ‘My God, don’t stop!’ she pleaded, her self-control a dimand distant memory by the time his mouth lifted from her own. She lifted her dazed, passion-glazed eyes to his dark face. ‘You’re…I feel…’ She struggled to articulate the hunger that coursed like a forest fire through her body.
    ‘My God, but you’re incredible,’ he breathed, scanning her face with blazing eyes.
    Megan felt his hand slide under her skirt at the same time her back made contact with the ivy-covered wall. His heavy, warm body pressed her into the hard surface.
    ‘Oh, my God!’ she groaned, biting her lip.
    She felt the pressure ease. ‘Am I hurting you?’ he asked thickly.
    Megan slid her hands under his shirt across his satiny hard skin. She released a shuddering sigh as the muscles contracted under her questing fingers. She felt him suck in a deep breath as the fabric parted. Squirming, she pressed her aching breasts against his bare flesh.
    She ran the tip of her tongue over the outline of her swollen lips. ‘You’re killing me.’
    A low feral groan that made her hot skin break out in a rash of goosebumps emerged from Luc’s throat as he responded to the sexual challenge glittering in her eyes. ‘That’s not what I want to do to you.’
    ‘What do you want to do?’ she asked in a throaty whisper.
    ‘This, for starters.’ His fingers reached the bare skin above the lacy tops of her hold-ups and she let out a deep moan as her stomach muscles contracted violently.
    ‘You’re…you’re…’
    ‘What am I?’ he prompted throatily.
    Impossible to resist. Megan shook her head, the ache between her legs intensifying as her eyes dropped down the length of his incredible body. She was aware of every hard inch of him. She wanted every hard inch of him.
    Megan blinked to bring his face into focus; her breath was coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The skin was drawntight across his high