Adam stared at her, amazed she could experience the throes of passion one moment and speak—and apparently think—coherently the next.
Adam accepted the invitation, although he removed his pantaloons before he climbed onto the bed.
Diana pushed him until he was on his back and then climbed atop him, her knees on either side of his hips. She had his turgid manhood at her opening and then halfway into her as she stripped the chemise from her body.
His eyes rounding at seeing her glorious naked body mounted on his, Adam grinned and groaned. Her breasts, far larger than they had been on their wedding night, were still pert, their nipples hard pebbles at their tips. Her hips were wider, but not by much. And her belly...
She settled all the way onto his manhood and sighed contentedly. “We haven’t done it like this in an age,” Diana whispered.
Adam swallowed, his gaze going from her belly up to her face. “We can do it like this whenever you’d like,” he replied, his hands moving to her hips so he could help with the up and down movements that had his cock straining for its release.
He reveled in watching her breasts bob up and down. Reveled in hearing her inhalations of breath. In feeling her fingernails scrape down his chest and stomach, sending all sorts of strange sensations through his torso. Reveled in how her head fell back and her torso stretched and she held her breath when his thumb rubbed the space where their bodies met.
But mostly he reveled at the reason her face glowed so prettily.
“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” he asked in awe, the moment he felt his manhood pulled more deeply into her body. Her waves of pleasure sent him into his own state of ecstasy, and he gasped and sputtered, torn between laughing and moaning, until, breathless, Diana collapsed atop him.
They lay like that for several moments, Adam’s arms wrapped around her back and her head resting on one of his shoulders. Although he desperately wanted a nap, he was determined to remain awake, at least until she answered his question.
“Well,areyou?”
Diana pushed an elbow into the mattress and lifted her head from his shoulder. “Here I’d thought I’d been eating too many biscuits at tea time,” she murmured. “But I do prefer your idea much better.” She furrowed a brow, though.
“You mean... you don’t know?” he asked in dismay.
She sighed, apparently trying to determine if she should share his enthusiasm or weep at the alternative. “I am five-and-forty years old,” she said. “I’ve not felt sick at all these past few months. Remember, the physician claimed I wouldn’t be able to have more children after the boys were born, but I suppose my womb could have healed enough after all this time.” She paused and winced. “I thought... well, when I wasn’t having my monthly courses, I just thought I was...” She let the sentence trail off, not sure he would know about the change in life that happened to women when they grew older.
“Too old?” he prompted. “My sweet, you’re far younger than when Mother stopped having her monthly courses,” he claimed.
Diana’s eyes rounded. “Youknewabout that?” she asked in surprise.
“The entire household knew,” he replied on a huff. “Don’t you remember when Father suffered the worst of her behavior? He left for Haymarket to watch horse racing for nearly two months. I think even the readers ofThe Tattlerknew, she was so mean-spirited,” he added, referring to the gossip rag his mother had edited for over two decades.
Patience had sold the publication to another party upon the death of her husband, claiming it was time someone else oversaw London’s gossip, and then she had promptly used the money to go to Europe on a shopping spree. She had returned to London only the week before, bringing with her a half-dozen trunks filled with gowns and all manner of fripperies and even some statuary.
Adam turned on his side, which had Diana rolling off his body and straightening on the bed. He had a hand on her belly before she had completely settled, his gaze following how he smoothed it over the slight mound. He reached down and kissed her belly. “Trust me, my sweet, you’re with child,” he said with a huge grin. He moved his lips to her nipples and kissed each one in turn. “And I could not be happier.”
Diana placed a hand over his. “I should see my physician before you get your hopes up,” she warned.
“Your sister is going to be thrilled, too,” Adam said, ignoring her comment.
“Daisy? Why?”
“I’ve been plotting how I was going to kidnap Daphne and adopt her as my own,” he replied, his lips quirked.
Startled by his admission, Diana regarded him warily. “I didn’t realize you wanted a daughter,” she said. “In fact, I remember a time when you said you were glad wedidn’thave a girl—”
“I know, I know,” he interrupted. “I didn’t want to have to set aside blunt for a dowry, or pay for new wardrobes every Season, or challenge young bucks who had a mind to court her,” he admitted. “But... now I’ve changed my mind.”
Diana blinked and then ran her fingers through his silvering hair, reminded that when they had married, he’d only been gray at the temples. The strands of hair felt like the finest silk.
“You haven’t read your correspondence yet today, have you?” she asked in a whisper. When he’d come to the classroom, she was sure it was because he wished to discuss their current sons, not speak of future children. Having received a letter of her own from their younger son, Andrew, and seeing the seal embossed in the wax of the other that sat upon her husband’s desk—clearly that of Cambridge University—she was fairly certain Andrew’s future didn’t include a final Easter term.
“Haven’t been in my study all day,” Adam said on a happy sigh. “Whatever it is, it can wait.”
Diana moved her fingers to the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, deciding she wouldn’t share what she knew. Now was not the time.
When a cracking sound emanated from Adam’s back, he winced and chuckled. “I am getting old,” he whispered.
“You’re only one-and-fifty,” she argued, but her eyes rounded slightly, as if she had realized something. “You think a child will help you feel young again?” she accused.
He grimaced but then finally nodded. “Either that, or it will be the death of me,” he replied with a grin.
Diana gave him a quelling glance but reached up to kiss him again. “Well then, let’s hope I am with child and that it does indeed youthen you,” she said. Diana was about to add that he couldn’t die before said child had grown up and left the nest, but she thought better of it.
She watched as he rolled onto his back, the grin still lighting his face as he fell asleep. Wide awake, Diana stared at the ceiling and contemplated their possible new future.
