This time there was only tenderness.
He ran his hand down her cheek, raising goosebumps.
She threaded her hand through his mink-colored hair.
Leaning over, she kissed him, softly. Gently.
He pressed her onto her back and his mouth traveled down her body, her lotion tasting sweet.
All the caresses were tender yet still sexy. Until he couldn’t stand it anymore. “Now, love.”
“Oh, yes.” He moved to sit up against the headboard. “Straddle me.” He arched a brow. “For better access.”
“For me, too.” His thighs were hard and muscled against her back. Her knees were soft where he grabbed them.
They touched each other as long as they could then he pushed inside her. He was full and hard as she closed around him. Pleasure built and built and built until they both fell over like a gentle waterfall cresting on a cliff.
Afterward, they laid there staring out the skylights as snow fell lightly on the glass. “I don’t want to talk about the future.”
“I don’t either.” He put his hand on her stomach. “Not now.”
“This changes things, though.”
He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. “You betcha, babe.”
She giggled.
* * *
Later, as they sat up against the headboard with their mugs in hand, she asked, “Do you like winter?”
“I don’t mind it. Scotty used to…” He shook his head.
“You can talk about him, love.”
“It kills me to do that.”
“I’m so sorry for what happened to your life, Nick.”
“Yeah, me too. The counselor I finally saw said saying it out loud made it more real. In my case, it’s always real. It’s still right there.” He sipped his coffee and reached over. “How’s the stomach?”
“Calm.” She drank her tea. “We have a lot of decisions to make.”
“We?”
“The child’s yours. It can’t be anybody else’s.”
His smile was genuine. “I’m not doubting that.”
“Don’t you want input?”
“Again, I don’t know, sweetheart.”
“Then we’ll table this. Let’s change the subject.”
“What are you doing for the Christmas holidays?” he asked.
“I’m spending Christmas Eve at my mother’s. I’m staying overnight, then Christmas day she’s leaving on a trip to the Caribbean for a month.”
