She slid out of bed to go to her closet and get her robe. As she reached for it, Nick’s arm circled her waist and he drew her warm, naked body against his own.
“Oh, Nick. That pheasant will burn to cinders,” Grace said as she looked at Nick’s mouth and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
It was midnight before they got to the kitchen to eat. She looked at a shriveled pheasant and they made thick sandwiches out of cold chicken and pale cheese. They sat across from each other in the kitchen while they ate and she had part of her sandwich and her glass of cold milk before her appetite vanished completely.
“Come here,” Nick said, turning on music and pulling her into his arms to dance around the kitchen. He danced her into the dining room. The lights were out and they could view the lights of the sprawling metropolis beyond the surrounding glass walls.
She smiled at Nick as he watched her. “This is a super marriage, Grace. Great, far beyond my anticipation and, I’ll admit, my expectations were high.”
“I agree with all my heart. I’ve been surprised because I didn’t expect it to be quite like this.” She gave him an honest answer. While his comments gave her the perfect opening to tell him about her pregnancy, the words wouldn’t come.
Thinking about the past hours and their loving, she watched his handsome features and couldn’t bring an end to the night.
“The sex is just plain awesome,” Nick said, brushing her temple with a kiss. “Memories of loving you disrupt my work all through the day.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” she said, and he kissed her lightly, then nuzzled her neck. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly against him as they danced.
He became aroused and carried her back to bed to make love again. It was dawn before she stifled a yawn. “Nick, we’ve loved all night long. It’ll be time for you to go to the office soon.”
He chuckled. “I may play hooky this morning and sleep in. Or have a sex-in.”
She smiled and brushed a kiss on his shoulder. “Good plan,” she said, wanting him at home. She trailed kisses across his flat belly while she caressed him, seeing he was aroused and ready.
“Insatiable and sexy,” he murmured, raking his fingers in her hair. “Perfect,” he added, and she caressed his throbbing manhood.
Later, she fell asleep in Nick’s arms and when she stirred, she studied him. His black lashes were long with a slight curl. His lips were sensual, his lower lip full. Longing to wind her fingers in his hair, she resisted because she didn’t want to wake him. She had postponed telling him her news as long as she could. Dread was a cold knot in her stomach. She couldn’t shake the feeling that her condition was going to be an unwanted shock to Nick. No way could she imagine that Nick would be happy to discover he was going to become a father of another baby. He was warming to Michael more with each passing day, but he still viewed Michael as Bart’s son, slightly removed from himself.
Midmorning as they finished breakfast, Nick sat across from her. He was satiated, in euphoria, yet she could arouse him with just a look or touch. It was still a honeymoon. He couldn’t get enough of her and he was tempted to toss aside his responsibilities for today—something he had never done before—and take her back to bed instead of leaving for the office.
The marriage had turned out to be so much more than he had expected. He couldn’t stop thinking about Grace whenever he was away from her. Sex was hot, fantastic.
He looked at her thick mane of brown hair tumbling over her shoulders, thinking how it felt to run his fingers through the silky strands.
His gaze slipped lower and he undressed her with his eyes, becoming aroused, wanting her as if they hadn’t made love all night and all morning. She was beautiful, captivating, sensual. And lusty. He couldn’t stop thinking about entering his condo and having her appear in nothing but heels and black lace.
She was the sexiest woman he’d ever known, the most exciting to make love to. “Come here, Grace.”
Her green eyes darkened and she licked her lips, her pink tongue moving slowly across her rosy, full mouth. She stood and moved away from her chair while she continued to gaze into his eyes with a sultry look that heated him more.
She walked around the table and he gripped her wrist, tugging lightly to pull her down on his lap.
“Come sit in my lap,” he said. “I told them I would be in the office this afternoon because there are some things I need to take care of.”
“You told them you’d be there before noon,” she reminded him. “It’s the middle of the morning now.”
“Trying to get rid of me?” he teased, caressing her nape while inhaling the exotic perfume she wore.
“Not at all. Actually, I want to talk to you. You’re already late going in. It won’t matter if you’re just a little bit later.”
“I hope you have something in mind besides talk,” he said.
“I do, but first, I want to talk to you,” she said as he leaned closer to brush kisses on her throat.
“Talk? I had other plans,” he said, pushing open the vee neck of her scarlet velvet robe.
She tilted his chin to look directly into his eyes. “I want your attention, Nick. I’ll have it fully in a moment here. I have something I want to tell you.”
Puzzled, he looked into worried green eyes and realized she was not only serious, but concerned about something.
