Brawn - Laurann Dohner [92]
“Yes,” she told him softly. “He kicked.”
“My son,” Brawn rumbled, his voice too gruff to sound totally human.
Becca turned her head and remained still, allowing him to enjoy the awe of her pregnant belly. She’d had countless of those magical moments since learning of her pregnancy. His fingers moved, hooked the top of her pants and nudged them down a little. She allowed it, figured he wanted to see her lower belly, but gasped when he tore them down to her knees, baring her panties. Her eyes flew open and she gaped at him.
Brawn stared into her eyes, not glancing at the skin he’d revealed or the scrap of satin covering her mound as she tried to twist away. Strong hands gripped her hips quickly and held her in place against the wall.
“What are you doing?” Her gaze darted to the locked door and back to Brawn. “Move.” She tried to twist out of his hold again, knowing she couldn’t jerk her pants up with his body in the way. “Cover me up.”
He let go of one hip, gripped her shoe and tugged.
“Brawn! What the hell are you doing?”
“I want to see you.” He wrestled her slip-on shoes off her feet, tossing them aside.
“You are.” Her gaze darted back to the door, more than a bit alarmed that someone might unlock it and find her pants around her knees. She grabbed his thick, broad shoulders and pushed. “You’re seeing more than my belly. Let go or back off.”
He straightened up, towered over her and softly growled. “Becca.”
She pushed on his chest but shouldn’t have bothered since it was like trying to move a solid wall. She gasped when his foot stepped on the material between her legs. Her pants were shoved down more to tangle at her ankles. Brawn shocked her again when he pulled her a few inches from the wall, one arm wrapped around her and her feet left the floor as he lifted her.
“Put me down!” She didn’t yell, too afraid someone would come in, but Brawn just turned and laid her on her back over the exam table. She stared up at him in shock as he reached down, fisted her pants trapped around her ankles and lifted her legs.
“What are you doing?” She tried to roll away but her legs were straight up, held there, and it kept her on her back.
“Exploring. I won’t hurt you.”
“This is totally rude, inappropriate and wrong!” She reached for her shirt, tried to shove it down to cover something, anything, but Brawn had other ideas.
He pulled her down the table. She forgot the shirt to grab at the sides to keep from being dropped on the floor but he stopped when her ass reached the edge. To her shock he dropped to his knees, released her pants and gripped her inner thighs. She hadn’t expected that move or for him to dip his head to get between them.
“Relax,” he demanded, his voice deep.
“What are you doing?”
She was exposed with her thighs spread apart. She stared into his amazing eyes, remembering why she’d been so drawn to him. A sexy purr filled the room. Memories were instant of their time together inside that cage, all the nights she’d remembered every vivid detail of his hands and mouth on her. Her libido flared to life. It had been a lonely, hormonal nine weeks filled with desires she had been denied.
He wiggled in to force her thighs farther apart so he could fit between them. She couldn’t get away with her pants linking her ankles together and wasn’t sure she wanted to even really try. Curiosity overrode any fear at his aggressive actions. He spread her more, her ankles feeling a bit squeezed by the material that ended up stretched across his upper back. His gaze lowered.
“That’s not my stomach!”
He glanced up. “I dreamed of this.”
“Of pinning a pregnant woman on a table and holding her ankles behind you with her own pants? Get out of there and stop whatever you’re doing.” She wished she was sure she meant the words but was proud she got them out.
He dropped his gaze and her