Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire

“You have too many clothes on, babe.” Kade covered her breast with one hand. She arched into his hand, frustrated at the barriers between him and her skin.

“I’m happy for you to take them off as quickly as you can,” Brodie whispered, curling her hand around the back of his neck.

“Then again, I rather like you like this. All flushed and hot and horny.”

Brodie whimpered when Kade’s hard mouth dropped over hers and his tongue tangled with hers. He used his arm to yank her on top of him and her thighs slid over his hips so she was flush against his erection, the heat of which she felt through her loose cotton trousers. His mouth teased and tormented hers—one minute his kisses were demanding and dominating, then he’d ease away. Lust whipped through her as she angled her head to allow him deeper access. His kisses seemed different from anything they’d shared before...there was more heat, more desire, more...of something indefinable.

Unsettled but still incredibly eager, Brodie gripped his shoulders as he undid the buttons on her shirt and exposed her lace-covered breasts to his intense gaze. Kade used one finger to pull down the lace cup and expose her puckered nipple. Then his tongue licked her and sensations swamped her. She moaned when he flicked open the tiny clasp holding her bra together and revealed her torso to his exploring hand. He pulled aside the pale yellow fabric of her bra and swiped his thumb across her peaked nipple. She arched her back, silently asking for more. Kade lowered his head and took one puckered nipple into his mouth, his tongue sliding over her, hot and wet. Kade heard her silent plea for him to touch her and his hand moved to her hip, pushing underneath the waist of her trousers.

“Lift up,” he muttered and Brodie lifted her hips and straightened her legs, allowing him to push the fabric down her thighs.

Kade tapped her bottom. “Move off for a sec.”

She rolled away and he whipped off his boxers. He put his hands on her knees and pulled them apart before dragging his finger over her mound, slipping under the fabric to find her wet and wanting.

“I want you so much.”

“Then take me.” Really, did the man need a gilded invitation?

Kade sent her a wicked smile. “Yeah, in a minute.”

“How’s your head?”

Kade looked down and lifted an eyebrow. “Just fine and eager to say hi.”

Brodie laughed and slapped his shoulder. “Your other head!”

“Also fine.”

Brodie rubbed her thumb against the two grooves between his eyebrows. “Liar. Do you want to stop?”

Brodie hissed as two fingers slipped into her passage.

“Do I look like I want to stop?”

“Kade!” She reached for him, fumbling in her eagerness to get him inside her. “Please, just... I want you.”

“I want you this way first. I want to watch you come, with my fingers inside you and my mouth kissing yours.” Kade lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “You look good like this, Brodie. You look good anywhere, anyhow.”

She was so close, teetering on the edge. “Kade!”

“You take my breath away when you lose yourself in me, in the way I make you feel. How do I make you feel, Brodie?”

He was expecting her to speak, to think? How could she answer when she felt like she was surfing a white-hot band of pure, crazy sensation?

“Tell me, Brodie.”

“Free,” Brodie gasped. “Safe. Sexy.”

Cherished, Brodie silently added as her climax rocked her. All those wonderful, loved-up, fuzzy emotions she had no business experiencing. Brodie cried out, partly in reckless abandon and partly in pain as her heart swelled and cracked the plaster she’d cast around it.

She was being wild but she didn’t care. She’d deal with the consequences, and the pain, later. Right now she just wanted to feel.

She wanted to feel alive. Just for a little while.

* * *

Brodie had to open various cupboard doors before she found soup bowls and three drawers before she found a ladle. She placed a bowl of soup in the microwave to heat and while it did its thing, she scratched around until she found place mats and flatware.

Brodie looked up as Kade entered the kitchen and her breath caught in the back of her throat. Kade looked shattered but somehow, just dressed in a pair of straight-legged track pants and a plain red T-shirt, hot. His hair was damp from his shower and his stubble glinted in the bright light of the kitchen.

Kade frowned and walked over to a panel on the wall and dimmed the lights. “Better,” he muttered. He walked back to the island and pulled out a bar stool and sat down.

The microwave dinged. Brodie grabbed a dish towel and pulled out the hot bowl of soup. She put it onto the place mat and pushed the mat, a spoon and the bowl in Kade’s direction.