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He was a patient man, but at the moment he felt the insane urge to tumble her over and drive between her thighs until it was all either of them knew or could feel, but he remembered his injured shoulder and knew that he couldn't.
“I want you naked,” he told her, and watched as she did as he asked, pulling her nightie over her head.
She was completely naked now and he glanced up her body, following the line over her belly to her full breasts and then back down to the slim curve of her waist to her fuller hips. His cock strained upward, thrusting against her soft curls nestled at his base. His breath caught and wheezed out in a strangled gasp when she lowered her hands inside his boxers to grasp his cock.
She smiled as she gently caressed his length. Up and down, she went until the blunt crest had widened and blood had rushed to the tip. It was nearly painful. Each touch drove him more daft by the minute. She was exquisitely gentle, until he was able to take it no longer, and he curled his hand around hers, tightening her grasp.
“Harder. Faster,” he rasped out.
He worked from the bottom up and then down, tightening and loosening until moisture formed at the tip and slipped over their linked hands.
“Oh, baby, you drive me crazy.”
“A good thing, I hope.”
“Definitely.”
Her hand still wrapped around him, she leaned down, her breasts bobbing like tempting apples in front of him. Then she lifted her hips upward and they both gasped when he sank slowly into her. She paused and chewed at her bottom lip as her body spasmed around him.
He raised his hand to stroke her hair,
“Yes baby. Nice and slow,” he murmured.
She began a slow descent once more. She surrounded him. Bathed him in her fire. Her velvety softness grasped him and sucked him deeper. She stroked his cock with liquid satin. She sheathed him whole. Gingerly she settled her tiny rounded bottom over his groin as flesh met flesh. He was embedded as deeply in her as he could go, and still it wasn’t enough.
His flesh felt alive. He needed to move. Sweat broke out on his forehead and on his upper lip. His breaths came ragged, harsh in the silence. Smooth, silken flesh seduced his fingers as he caressed her back and stroked over her hips.
She gave a tentative rotation, and he groaned aloud. “Don't stop, Alana. God, please, don’t stop.”
She had no plans to. Placing her hands on his sides, she levered up, his cock gliding through her damp heat. Then she sheathed him again, pushing downward until her bottom met his groin once more. Then she rotated in a tight circle, watching his face all the while.
“Naughty woman,” he said raggedly.
“Is that a complaint?”
“Oh no. I wouldn't even dare.”
She leaned down and kissed him. Possessively. Like he belonged only to her. And he did. Nothing else existed for him.
Then she began lifting herself up, pushing downward, harder and faster. Unable to do anything else, he lay back, hitting the mattress as she came down over him. He held her with his one free hand, but she was a wild thing in his arms, her hips undulating as she took him over and over.
His release boiled in his loins, rising like a tumultuous storm. Building, burning. Oh God. He slid his hand between their bodies, finding her slick heat. He stroked her pleasure spot and shuddered in ecstasy when she tightened spasmodically around him.
“I can't hold it anymore, Alana,” he said hoarsely.
“Never asked you to,” she said as she leaned down and cupped his face in her hands.
Her sweetness flooded his soul. With a strangled gasp, he let go and arched up. He erupted in great liquid spurts and continued to pulse inside her flesh, his hand curled into a tight ball at his side. He twitched and thrust inside her again, unable to hold still as pleasure tore through his bones.
“Gosh that was amazing, Alana,” he said as she slid off him to his side and smiled at him, “I love you, and I'm so glad to be back in your arms again,”
“I love you too Stefan,” he replied.
He was the happiest and luckiest man on earth, Stefan thought. Completely exhausted, he fell into a deep sleep.
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Three years later.
Stefan stepped into the kitchen. Alana didn't look at all pleased and Juliana was sitting in a chair pouting and sniffling.
He set his briefcase down and said, "Hey, what's up?"
Alana spun around, then came over to him and kissed him.
"Hi, Daddy," Juliana said sullenly.
"Hey, princess."
Alana said clearly, "We've had a difference of opinion. I thought she shouldn't be messing with the scissors, and she thought she could give herself a haircut."
Stefan groaned, just now noticing that Juliana's hair was much shorter. He squatted down in front of his daughter. "Oh, man." He touched the shortened locks. He eyed her darkly.
"I'm sorry," his little girl blubbered, her lip quivering, and Stefan felt himself about to cave.
Alana cleared her throat, and when he looked at her, she inclined her head. Stefan knew better than to go soft on his daughter right now. Even when she stared at him with those soulful blue eyes.
"I want you to think about what disobeying me has cost you, honey."
Alana hated punishing Juliana. "Go to your room."
Juliana slipped off the chair and clomped toward her room.
As soon as she was gone, Alana's face broke into a smile. "You should have seen the haircut. Thank heaven that Dara is a hairdresser. I was about to scalp that child with a regulation high and tight. I was so mad."
Laughing, Stefan crossed to her. "Anyway I can ease the tension?'' He wrapped his arms around her.
"Yeah, you can." She sighed into his arms, feeling his strength and drawing it into her. "I want chocolate and a bubble bath."
"Easy enough."
He kissed her warmly, wanting more and wondering if their daughter would stay in her room as she was told. He'd only just returned from a trip and he and Alana still had some catching up to do.
They parted and she went to the stove, stirring a pot of homemade soup. Stefan let his gaze wander over her. Every day he thanked God for that night after his sister's wedding. "I was thinking of taking you away for a vacation,'' He snatched a carrot from the cutting board and munched.” Just the two of us,”
She whipped around, her eyes wide, "Really? Where?"
He just grinned. “Wherever you decide, baby. I'm just glad I'm going to be there,”
She walked up to him and kissed him hard. "That's so great. I can't wait." She paused then added, “Since we're surprising each other, I have some news of my own,”
He frowned. "Yeah? What's that?”
She tipped her head to the side and said, "You're about to be a daddy again."
His eyes flew wide. "We're pregnant."
She smiled. "If you want to have this baby, I'll see if it can be arranged."
"Oh, Lord," he said softly, and swung her into his arms, then sank into a chair.
"Happy?"
"Yes!" He rained kisses over her face, squeezing her. He was going to get the chance to see her pregnant this time, and although he'd viewed the videotape and had seen the pictures of her last delivery, it was not the same as being there.
"We might get a boy this time." He lifted his gaze to hers, and Alana was unhinged by the look in his eyes.
"I honestly don't care if it's a girl or boy. I really don't."
A woman couldn't ask for more, she thought. "I love you, Stefan."
"I love you, too, baby," he murmured, and stood up with her in his arms, carrying her from the kitchen into the living room and settling comfortably on the sofa. He never let her go.
"How do you feel?''
"Ask me in the morning," she said, grinning.
His hand slid down to her belly, slipping under the band of her jeans, his palm warm and teasing on her skin. She studied his expression, the awe in it, and was glad she'd get to experience this baby with him near this time.
"I want to know everything," he told her.
"Oh, swollen ankles, barfing at the crack of dawn…oh, so sexy," she said.
His expression remained serious. "It is to me, Alana. Everything about you is."
"Daddy," his daughter called from the hallway.
Alana arched a brow.
"Yes, Juliana," he said in a tone that reminded her that he was not pleased with her behavior this afternoon.
"Can I come out?"
He looked at Alana. She nodded.
"Sure, honey." He said.
Juliana stepped around the corner, her eyes red-rimmed and downcast.
"Come on, munchkin," Alana said, and her daughter leapt onto the sofa, instantly snuggling up to her father and mother.
Alana didn't tell her that she was going to have a brother or sister. She'd save it for later and savor the private knowledge with Stefan a bit longer. She lifted her gaze to his, touching the side of his face. Gently he kissed her, whispered his love, then looked down at Juliana.
While Stefan bestowed one of his lessons about disobedience on their daughter, Alana shifted into the cushions, listening, watching the way Juliana looked at her father with complete trust and adoration.
Alana smiled, thinking of the new life inside her, the new branch of strength that would be her family. In her arms was all she loved. All that mattered to her.
Long ago Alana had admitted that she'd been lost to the pain in her heart, filled with distrust and sinking fast. Then Stefan stepped through the door. Her future had started with a velvety look and a wonderful man at her best friend's wedding.
Sir Galahad had definitely ridden to the rescue that night, she thought, and he'd stolen away with her heart.
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THE END
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