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into his arms and lowering his head.
He took her mouth, and Martina's composure left Beaumont and headed for Mexico . He kissed her intently, as if to reassure her that he was very much alive. His mouth, a seductive combination of supple and soft, nibbled at hers, sucking her lips, and his tongue slid over hers.
The low, sexual murmur rising from his throat lit a hidden flame inside her. She could almost believe he wanted her. His breath and hers mingled, her heart pounded, and he continued to kiss her.
One of his hands wandered to her tank top, lifting it, and his slightly callused palm touched her bare belly. His fingers caressed her while his mouth grew hungrier with each passing moment.
Martina's temperature shot to sweltering, and she felt her breasts throb with need. As if he knew the way her blood flowed through her body, Noah skimmed his fingers upward to the underside of her breasts. Lifting her bra, he rubbed his thumb over one breast, getting close to, but not quite touching, her nipple.
Unchecked desire licked through her, and she suckled his tongue, craving the way he made her feel. His thumb glanced over her nipple, and she shuddered.
"Like that?" he asked in a taunting sexual voice against her lips. Giving her no opportunity to answer, he took her mouth again and began to rub her turgid nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
The caress tightened her nether regions with shocking speed and force.
"Oh." The helpless sound escaped her mouth.
"You feel incredible," he told her, lifting his other hand to her other breast, stroking and teasing her.
Martina felt as if he was stimulating her intimately. Each tug of his fingers on her nipples squeezed a coil deep inside her. Unable to remain still, she undulated against him.
He groaned and lowered his hand, replacing his fingers with his warm, wet mouth. The sight of his dark head against her pale breast was too erotic to bear. Closing her eyes, she fought the escalating pleasure. This couldn't be happening, she thought.
Noah's tongue cupped her nipple, sucking, sending her over the top and crying out. A shocking, intense climax rocked through her. "Oh, my!"
She bit her lip as his terrible, wonderful mouth continued, sending her into another spasm of pleasure. Helpless and vulnerable, Martina felt a well of emotion that swelled in her eyes.
"Oh, damn, not again," she whispered, distressed.
Noah pulled back and looked into her eyes. She looked away, swiping at hers.
"Come here," he said, pulling her into his arms.
"This is crazy," she wailed. "How do you…" She broke off, feeling a fresh threat of tears. "This is insane. We're wrong for each other. You don't really want me. You want the baby and your honor and—"
Noah moved her hand to his very hard masculinity, abruptly cutting her off. She savored the intimacy of touching him for a few seconds. She savored the hope that he truly did want her for a few seconds. Then the baby kicked and so did reality.
Martina drew back. "You can't want me."
His eyes dark with desire and challenge, he nudged her gaze upward to meet his. "Why not?"
"Because I'm very big," she said.
"With my baby," he said, rubbing his hands over her full abdomen. He lowered his mouth to kiss the bare skin. "This makes you the sexiest woman in the world to me."
Martina searched her brain for a response, but found none. He almost made her believe it. Almost.
"I want to make love to you."
Panic shot through her. "Oh, no." She pulled back and shook her head. "Not a good idea."
"Why?" he asked, his slight grin belying the serious glint in his eye. "It's not like you'll get pregnant."
"It's just not a good idea."
"You really have no idea how sexy you are to me right now. Your body is so responsive, your breasts full. Do you have any idea how much of a turn-on it is knowing I can bring you to climax just by touching your breasts? Imagine what else could happen if—?"
"—I had no idea I would." Martina shook her head adamantly.
He took her mouth, and Martina's composure left Beaumont and headed for Mexico . He kissed her intently, as if to reassure her that he was very much alive. His mouth, a seductive combination of supple and soft, nibbled at hers, sucking her lips, and his tongue slid over hers.
The low, sexual murmur rising from his throat lit a hidden flame inside her. She could almost believe he wanted her. His breath and hers mingled, her heart pounded, and he continued to kiss her.
One of his hands wandered to her tank top, lifting it, and his slightly callused palm touched her bare belly. His fingers caressed her while his mouth grew hungrier with each passing moment.
Martina's temperature shot to sweltering, and she felt her breasts throb with need. As if he knew the way her blood flowed through her body, Noah skimmed his fingers upward to the underside of her breasts. Lifting her bra, he rubbed his thumb over one breast, getting close to, but not quite touching, her nipple.
Unchecked desire licked through her, and she suckled his tongue, craving the way he made her feel. His thumb glanced over her nipple, and she shuddered.
"Like that?" he asked in a taunting sexual voice against her lips. Giving her no opportunity to answer, he took her mouth again and began to rub her turgid nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
The caress tightened her nether regions with shocking speed and force.
"Oh." The helpless sound escaped her mouth.
"You feel incredible," he told her, lifting his other hand to her other breast, stroking and teasing her.
Martina felt as if he was stimulating her intimately. Each tug of his fingers on her nipples squeezed a coil deep inside her. Unable to remain still, she undulated against him.
He groaned and lowered his hand, replacing his fingers with his warm, wet mouth. The sight of his dark head against her pale breast was too erotic to bear. Closing her eyes, she fought the escalating pleasure. This couldn't be happening, she thought.
Noah's tongue cupped her nipple, sucking, sending her over the top and crying out. A shocking, intense climax rocked through her. "Oh, my!"
She bit her lip as his terrible, wonderful mouth continued, sending her into another spasm of pleasure. Helpless and vulnerable, Martina felt a well of emotion that swelled in her eyes.
"Oh, damn, not again," she whispered, distressed.
Noah pulled back and looked into her eyes. She looked away, swiping at hers.
"Come here," he said, pulling her into his arms.
"This is crazy," she wailed. "How do you…" She broke off, feeling a fresh threat of tears. "This is insane. We're wrong for each other. You don't really want me. You want the baby and your honor and—"
Noah moved her hand to his very hard masculinity, abruptly cutting her off. She savored the intimacy of touching him for a few seconds. She savored the hope that he truly did want her for a few seconds. Then the baby kicked and so did reality.
Martina drew back. "You can't want me."
His eyes dark with desire and challenge, he nudged her gaze upward to meet his. "Why not?"
"Because I'm very big," she said.
"With my baby," he said, rubbing his hands over her full abdomen. He lowered his mouth to kiss the bare skin. "This makes you the sexiest woman in the world to me."
Martina searched her brain for a response, but found none. He almost made her believe it. Almost.
"I want to make love to you."
Panic shot through her. "Oh, no." She pulled back and shook her head. "Not a good idea."
"Why?" he asked, his slight grin belying the serious glint in his eye. "It's not like you'll get pregnant."
"It's just not a good idea."
"You really have no idea how sexy you are to me right now. Your body is so responsive, your breasts full. Do you have any idea how much of a turn-on it is knowing I can bring you to climax just by touching your breasts? Imagine what else could happen if—?"
"—I had no idea I would." Martina shook her head adamantly.
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