Reunited...With Child by Katherine Garbera

leave her room. He’d put her in the room next to his so he could come and visit her at night once she became his lover again. And he’d had no doubt that she would become his lover. He was determined to have it all this time.
    Becca’s lie about their son had given him a nice safe place from which to approach this entire relationship. He didn’t trust her, and that meant he was safe from falling in love with her. And love was something the Stern men weren’t particularly good at. But making love to a beautiful woman—well, that was something else entirely.
    And Becca was the only lover he’d never been able to forget. He skimmed his hands down her back andaround her hips. He flexed his fingers and squeezed her before moving his mouth from hers.
    He nibbled his way to her ear and traced the shell of it with his tongue. “Did you want me on the plane?”
    â€œYes,” she said, her voice light and breathy. “Very much.”
    â€œGood,” he said, rewarding her with a nibbling kiss at the base of her neck that sent shivers through her body. She shifted on his lap, arousing him even further.
    â€œHave you thought about finishing what we started?” he asked.
    She nodded. “But I have to ask you about your reputation as a playboy, Cam. Are you clean?”
    That surprised a laugh out of him. “Yes, I am. I give blood regularly. Do you want to see my blood-donor card?”
    She flushed. “No. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.”
    â€œYou had every right to ask,” he said. “But tell me, Becca. I want to hear from your lips how much you want me,” he said. He brought one hand down low between her legs, stroking her buttocks, and then he lifted her up so she straddled him on the bench.
    The fabric of her nightdress fell away from her chest and he had a quick glance of her cleavage. He reached up, cupping her right breast. He rubbed his palm over the globe until he felt her pert nipple blossoming against his hand.
    He leaned down and licked her shirt where her nipple was pressed, and she shivered again, her hips moving against his erection.
    â€œTell me,” he said.
    â€œI thought of nothing but that moment and wished you’d taken the kiss so much further,” she said. “I want your mouth on my breasts and your hands all over me as I move against you.”
    Her words enflamed him, and he felt his erection strain against the fabric of his pajama pants. He pulled her night dress up and off her body and stared down at her breasts.
    She put her hands on his chest and leaned toward him to kiss him. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, and he felt her rotate her shoulders so that they brushed through his chest hair. He put his hands on her butt and lifted his hips. His erection brushed between her thighs. She moaned and rode him a little harder, her hips moving back and forth without the motion of his hands.
    She reached down between them and tried to free him from his pants. He lifted his hips off the bench and reached down to do it himself. Immediately he felt her wet hot core rubbing over his length. He groaned and closed his eyes, hoping to give himself a little breathing room, but he was ready to come. He wanted to be inside the velvet glove of her body. He wanted to hear her breath catch and then make her call his name again and again while he filled her.
    â€œAre you on the pill?” he asked, barely able to get the words out. His voice sounded guttural and deep to his own ears.
    â€œYes. I am not trusting condoms anymore.”
    â€œThank goodness,” he said. He shifted her on his lapand maneuvered his hips so the tip of his erection was poised at the entrance of her body.
    She quivered, and he felt her melt as she started to push down on him. To try to take him. But he wanted to be the one to take her. He held her still with his hands on her hips and pushed up into her one slow inch at a time. She bit her