One more night with the man she loved. What could be wrong with that?
Everything, Stacey’s cautious inner voice suggested.You’ll miss him even more when he’s gone.
So be it, she concluded as Luc drove his mouth down on hers.
Arranging her to his liking, with her legs around his waist, he supported her with his big hands wrapped around her buttocks.
‘Are you sure I’m not too heavy?’
‘What do you think?’ he said, slowly sinking to the hilt.
She was thinking that she would never get used to this…to Luc wanting her, and to the feeling of completeness that gave her—or to the size of him. ‘What do I think?’ she asked on a gasp. ‘Take me gently.’
‘Gently?’ he queried as he drew back to plunge again.
‘The baby,’ she reminded him.
‘I can do gentle,’ he murmured, proving this in the most effective way. ‘Though you should know that babies are quite resilient.’
With a smile she shook her head. ‘You did your research on that too?’
‘Let’s find out,’ Luc suggested, and from that moment on he had her exclaiming rhythmically as she urged him on to take her repeatedly on the journey to the top station. It was long enough for several mind-shattering bouts of pleasure, and by the time they’d straightened their clothes and stepped out of the small cabin, she was committed to spending the rest of the night with Luc. Anything else would not only be wrong, it would be inconceivable. She wanted him too much to resist him. Pregnancy had made her mad for sex, and Luc was only too willing to help her with that.
They fell on each other the moment they entered his chalet. The inside of the front door proved a useful surface as he took her again, and while she was still whimpering in the aftershock of pleasure, he carried her over to the sofa in the living room and pressed her down. ‘Again!’ she demanded fiercely as he moved between her legs.
Luc gave her everything she needed and more, and it was only when she quietened that she thought to ask if they were alone.
‘If we weren’t to begin with, I imagine you’ve frightened everyone away by now with your screams.’
Balling her hands into fists, she pummelled him weakly. ‘That’s not funny, Lucas.’
‘Oh, but it is,’ he argued as he rolled her on top of him. ‘I’m going to strip you, and make love to you again, and you can scream as loudly as you like.’
They moved from sofa to rug in front of a glowing fire where they made love until she fell back, exhausted. ‘I’ll never forget this trip…or you…us…’ she whispered as Luc soothed her down.
‘That sounds like goodbye,’ he commented, frowning as he pulled back his head to stare into her eyes with concern.
‘Not yet, but soon,’ she whispered. It was inevitable.
‘Not yet,’ Luc agreed, brushing smiling kisses against her mouth, ‘because first I’m going to take you to bed.’
‘To sleep in each other’s arms,’ she murmured contentedly as he sprang up and lifted her.
‘To sleep in each other’s arms,’ Luc confirmed.
He watched her sleep. This was fast becoming one of his favourite occupations, he had discovered. Was this caring warmth inside him a sign he was capable of feeling something and could master the guilt?
Was this love?
He huffed a cynical smile. He’d always liked Stacey. A lot. As a teenager she’d driven him crazy, and now he admired her like no one else. But love? Love was dangerous.
She’s the mother of my child.
The warmth inside him grew at the thought. There was no one he’d rather choose for that role than Stacey. Brimful with character, integrity, intelligence and determination, she would make a wonderful mother.
On her own again?
If anyone was equal to that task, it was Stacey.
