Lost and Found

“We really need to have a talk,” Nate said, setting his cutlery on his plate. “I know the clinic doesn’t exactly have guidelines for this type of thing, but it’s basically the same as a directed donation—we need to have some legal agreements in place.”

Krissa nibbled her bottom lip. “I hate to think that we need to do that…but yeah, you’re right.”

“We’re friends and we trust each other, and we all know why we’re doing this,” Nate continued. “But things can happen…”

“Like what?” Derek frowned.

“Like what if one day I decided I wanted to claim the child as my own?”

“Why would you do that?”

Nate shrugged, picked up his water glass. “I don’t know why I would. That was just an example. Something like that could really screw things up. I know we all agree right now on how this is going to work, but things change…I just think to protect us all and to protect our friendship, we should maybe have a lawyer draw up an agreement.”

Krissa felt heavy. “I hate that.”

“I know.” Nate’s eyes met hers. “But you agree, don’t you?”

She nodded. “Sure. How about we do that once we know I’m pregnant? If I’m not, it’s moot. Right?”

She had to be pregnant! God. The number of times they’d had sex—more than once in a night, three nights in a row and at the exact right time of the month—it had to happen. Her hands curled into fists in her lap.

Chapter Twenty-Two

The next morning, Krissa vaguely heard Derek leave for work, and buried her face into her pillow to get her extra hour of sleep. But she didn’t go back to sleep. As she gradually became more and more awake, she grew acutely aware of Nate’s big body next to her, radiating heat, all sleek ta

She wanted to touch him.

She touched herself instead.

She slid her hands over her breasts, over soft nipples, brushed her palms over them and felt them harden. An ache between her legs grew stronger and she parted her thighs, trailed her hand down over her tummy. Her fingers played in the curls there briefly, then she slipped her fingers into her throbbing folds. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, pushed a finger into the wetness. Oh, God. She held in a moan.

The thing about sex was, the more you had it, the more you wanted it. She and Derek had pla

Now she wanted it all the time. Thoughts of sex intruded on her work. Made her warm and wet while she was walking through the grocery store. Made her want to masturbate when Nate was lying right beside her and could wake up at any moment.

She rubbed her finger over her clit, found the spot, moved her hips in the rhythm that always worked for her—and came, in an explosive, tight orgasm that she had to hold inside her. When the spasms subsided she slowly drew her hand away and stretched her legs out, trying not to gasp for breath.

The she turned her head to glance at Nate and found him lying there—watching her.

Heat crawled up her face. “Uh…”

“Krissa.” His voice was thick and strained.

“What?”

“I…”

She saw the erection lifting the duvet. Oh, God. She’d wanted to touch him before, now she couldn’t stop herself. She reached for him under the bed clothes and he rolled toward her, eyes closed, mouth a grim line of near-pain. She stroked his hard cock, measured the length of it, tested the weight of his testicles, drawn up tight against the base of his shaft. She loved his balls, the firmness and fullness of them. She gave a gentle squeeze and he let out a long groan.

She ran her hand over the head of his penis, down again, wishing for lube.

“We can’t…”

“It’s okay.” She moved closer, adjusted her position, pushed back the duvet so she could see him. His smooth bronze chest gleamed in the faint early morning light. Dark stubble shadowed his lean cheeks. He pressed his lips together. She bent over him, kissed between his nipples, tasted him, inhaled the warm male scent of him, the body wash he used, his natural scent filling her nostrils. She wanted to eat him up.

“Krissa…”

She kissed his stomach, felt the muscles quiver. Her tongue lapped at him, dipped into his navel and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“It’s okay,” she said again. “Derek knows.”

“Fuck. Knows what?”

“He knows…” her voice drifted off as her mouth feathered over the wiry curls between his thighs. She lifted her head. “He asked if we had sex when he’s not here. I told him no.” She stroked his cock again, ran her thumb over the wet tip. “He said we could do anything except actually fuck when he’s not here. So this…” She dipped her head and laid a kiss on the head of his cock. “Is okay. And this…” She opened her mouth and took him in. His hands went to her hair, tangled and tugged, just how she loved, and she melted and sank down onto him, swallowed him deep, sucked and licked. He tasted good, salty and tangy. He felt good—thick and hard, veins pulsing. He was huge and powerful and…potent. Intensely masculine and virile.

She moaned as she sucked on him.

“Christ, Krissa. That feels so damn good.”

She hummed her agreement and he groaned, dug his fingers deeper against her scalp. Pleasure edged on pain. She curled her fingers around his balls, traced a finger back behind them, making him jerk beneath her.

“Your mouth is hot,” he groaned, head turning on the bed. She drew her tongue up, swirled around the crown, lifted her head to study him. Beautiful. His cock was beautiful. Throbbing crimson and gleaming wet. But not wet enough. She opened her mouth and let saliva drop out, falling in a slow, lush trail to trickle down over him. “Fuck.” He yanked so hard on her hair she whimpered. “Sorry, sorry.”

“I like it,” she confessed and lifted her head to meet his eyes. A co

“God, that’s good.”

She took him in her mouth again, hot and delicious and silky against her tongue. When her teeth grazed the rim, he twitched and moaned. “Oh, yeah.” She realized then that he liked that. Some guys were afraid of teeth…others liked that harder touch. Experimentally, she let her teeth scrape his flesh again. “Yesss.” His hands held her head, pulled her toward him and she slid up and down, then stopped, closed her teeth around his shaft and gently…ever so gently…bit.

His body tightened, almost lifted off the bed. “Jesus, Krissa…I’m coming. Lift up…” He yanked on her hair, almost savagely, trying to pull her off his cock, but she wasn’t going to let go of him. She loved the feel of a man coming in her mouth, the intimacy of it, the co

She crawled up his body then, lay down on top of him, tucked her head into the curve where his neck met his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, stroked her back and her butt while his heavy breathing slowed.

The door bell woke them.

Vaguely, Nate was aware it had already rung a couple of times but he’d tried to block it out. As he gradually rose toward consciousness, he realized where and when and who…Krissa and him, in bed, at ten o’clock in the morning. Jesus Christ.

Who was at the door?

“Krissa.” He gave her a little shake, her body wrapped around him, and mumbled. “Someone’s at the door.”