When the climax hit her again, she stiffened, eyes flying wide open, fingers digging into his flesh.
With a broken laugh, he followed her, his own body shuddering as he poured himself into her.
He wanted to stay this way. Deep inside her, the warmth of her flesh, the feel of her breath on his cheek. He would die happy like this, he thought hazily. Just like this.
With the woman he loved more than life itself tangled against him. But he was crushing her and he had to move sometime.
Which he did, with great reluctance.
But it did not mean he had to sever all contact. Sliding off her, he kept one arm possessively wrapped around her waist and brought her to lie on his chest.
For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. His breathing was still very erratic. He was so filled with her, he could not think of anything else.
"You okay?" he finally murmured.
"Yes."
"Sure?"
"I am. It's..." She cleared her throat and finally lifted her head. And felt the punch of his green gaze hitting her head on. "This is insane," she muttered.
"I agree." Lifting a hand, he brushed back tendrils that clung to her forehead. "And your point would be?" His lazy grin was devastating and stirring her senses again. The man was lethal.
If she wasn't careful, she would be...
Ruthlessly brushing the unwelcome thought away, she settled back down. "I want to sleep."
"All right." He had seen the look of total confusion on her face and knew what she was struggling with. "Good idea." Bending his head, he whispered against her ear. "Rest up, we're far from finished."
Her only response was a snort that had him chuckling.
*****
"I haven't the slightest inclination of arguing with you." Leanne continued applying her makeup with meticulous care. She had gone over the time she was supposed to get back to work and that was just to prove to him and herself that she was fine for now.
The nausea was at a level she could tolerate. The doctors had given her a full report on her physical wellbeing as well as those of the fetuses she was carrying. She had taken the extra week off to get him off her back.
Now it was time to earn her living.
Not to mention the fact that he had stopped by during that week as usual, earlier than she anticipated and found her in tears from a phone call with her mother.
Laura Wilcox certainly knew how to turn the screws to make her feel like crap, no matter how old she was and how much she told herself that she did not give a damn what the woman thought of her.
She had been lectured up and down about being careless enough to have 'that man' getting her pregnant.
"How is it going to look?" She had demanded. "I'm a prominent member of my church and my only daughter is having babies, three at that, out of wedlock. You should be ashamed of yourself. And what if he leaves? How are you going to take care of three children all by yourself? I hope you don't expect me to support you in this."
"Of course not mother," she had responded stingingly. "You're forgetting that the babies' daddy happens to be a billionaire. Which means he's loaded and perfectly capable of taking care of me and the babies I'm carrying."
She had been subjected to more stinging criticisms and dire predictions that had left her shaken to the core.
He hadn't stopped until he dragged the entire sordid details from her. His anger had been palpable. She had a feeling that if her mother wasn't all the way in Palm Springs taking care of a sick church member, he would have confronted her.
Instead, he had held her, until she had calmed down.
She was grateful for his support, but nothing he said was going to stop her from boarding that ship tomorrow.
Putting down the tube of orange lipstick, she turned to face him.
