Page 50 of Texas Tycoon's Christmas Fiancée
The next day she left Michael with Clara and at three in the afternoon, she kept her doctor’s appointment.
The doctor confirmed that she was definitely pregnant, the baby due in September. Now she had to tell Nick.
That night she tried to look her most seductive. Clara was keeping Michael overnight and Grace had bought a new black lace teddy. She took a long, leisurely bath and dressed in the teddy, leaving her hair falling free. She had to fight the temptation to put off telling him because she had been in a magical paradise with Nick and she didn’t want it to end. If only the pregnancy had occurred after at least a year with him, giving Nick time to fall in love with her—and Michael. She sighed.
The cook had prepared dinner. She had requested something special that would keep by letting it remain in a low oven.
She had given the staff time off and none of Nick’s staff lived in his condo, so she and Nick would have the place to themselves. He called to tell her he would be home by six.
Her anticipation heightened as the time drew close. And then she heard the locks click free. She went to the front door wearing only the teddy and high-heeled black sandals.
Nick was just inside the front door when she stepped into the wide marble-floored entryway.
“Welcome home,” she said, hoping her voice sounded sultry.
Nick’s eyes widened as he tossed down his keys and looked her over slowly from her head to her toes. “You look gorgeous,” he said in a raspy voice. He shrugged out of his coat and let it drop unheeded as he loosened and yanked off his tie. His gaze still drank in the sight of her, causing a flurry of her heart.
“Ah, Nick, I’ve been dreaming of this moment all day.”
“This is a fantasy come true,” he said in a deeper gravelly tone. “Come here,” he added, drawing her to him. Her fingers flew over his buttons and in minutes his shirt lay on the floor while they kissed.
With a skipping heart, she clung to him, love for him driving her to kiss him with all the feeling she had.
She removed his belt and trousers, shoving away his briefs while he kicked off his shoes and peeled off socks. He walked her backward to the living area where he pulled her down on an area rug.
Wanting him, feeling as if he were slipping away from her and would soon be gone out of her life, she rolled him over, showering kisses from his mouth to his feet. Shifting astride him, she finally straightened as he raised her, holding her waist to pull her down on his thick rod.
She moaned with pleasure while he caressed her pouty nipples. Driven by sensation and a desperate need for him, she wanted to capture his heart, hold him in her life.
Then fears and anticipation were consumed by passion as she threw her head back, pumping, moving fast.
“Grace! Grace!” he cried her name in a husky voice.
“Ah, Nick, this is the best possible,” she answered.
“Best,” he repeated, and arched higher, thrusting into her and filling her.
She collapsed on him while he shuddered and pumped with his climax. Her breathing finally slowed, as did his. Holding her tightly, he rolled on his side and their legs entwined.
“What a homecoming,” he whispered, stroking damp strands of hair from her face.
“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” she admitted. “I want to make you happy.”
“I’m delirious. You’ll make me want to take off work by the middle of the afternoon every day.”
“I hope I can keep you from going in at all tomorrow.”
Fires flashed in his dark eyes and he kissed her again. She paused to run her fingers along his jaw. “Want to move to the bath?”
“Good idea,” he said, standing and picking her up.
In minutes they were in the round marble tub and she was in his arms, astride him again while they kissed. She still was bound with the same urgency she had when he arrived home and he seemed to be the same. He was aroused, soon shifting her to enter her again, loving her with the ardor and energy he had had before.
It was almost two hours later when they were in each other’s arms in bed after making long and leisurely love. Euphoria filled her and she pushed away all thoughts of pregnancy, deciding to wait until morning to tell him and have one more night of paradise.
“Dinner is in the oven and may be cooked to nothing. Want some smothered pheasant?”
“It’s been in the oven all this time? Let’s go look at this bird,” Nick said, sliding out of bed and crossing the room to get his robe. Her gaze ran over his smooth, muscled back, his strong thighs, long legs and tight buns, and desire stirred again. The fear that she would soon lose him made her desperate to love and hold him.
