The eruption was immediate and fierce, causing her to cry out in shock. Her entire body felt like one big nerve ending. Like everything in her system was being revved and electrified.
"Now," she demanded. "I want you inside me. Please."
He wasn't proof against that hoarse plea or the naked passion on her lovely face.
Covering her body with his, he eased into her slowly, hands finding hers and linking their fingers together. His eyes met hers, his expression saying the words that had become lodged inside his throat. She sheathed him, pulling him in deeper until she surrounded him. This was where he had always belonged, he thought raggedly. With this woman who had been first his best friend and then something so much more.
Bending his head, he claimed her lips, kissing her until they were both lost in the magic. The passion flared and burned so hot that it threatened to consume them. They moved in sync, bodies aligned, hearts pounding.
He brought her up and over again, swallowing her cries, tasting her passion and giving more of his own. He felt the past slipping away, the anger and guilt a thing of the past. He tasted her sweetness, his own hunger developing and increasing.
He had told her she consumed him and he meant every word. He could not get enough of her. He wanted more, wanted it all.
Releasing her hands, just so he could mold their bodies even closer, he gripped her hips as he surged into her, increasing the pace, until he was panting, his body driving into hers. The kiss turned torrid, tongues tangling, breaths mingling.
When she felt the fire building again, she jolted in shocked surprise as the climax took over and washed through her like a violent storm. He came with her, his body shuddering. And he knew without a shadow of a doubt that no one had ever made him feel this way before. And no one ever would again.
It was her. It was always her. He collapsed on top of her, his flesh coated with moisture, his passion spent. Making an effort, he rolled to the side and gathered her close, unwilling to let her go.
"We will spend Christmas together," he whispered against her ear. "As a family."
*****
At first he thought about telling his son the news by himself. But decided against it.
"It's best we tell him with the two of us present," he decided the next morning. He had not intended to spend the night, but after what they had been through, there was no way he could leave her.
So, he had called the housekeeper and apprised her of the situation.
"I already called and spoke to him. I told him I had a surprise for him." He watched her morning ritual, the pleasure at being with her flowing through his body. He had made love to her just an hour ago and was concerned that he was too much. That his desire for her was too much.
"I still think you should go on your own. It's Christmas Eve and he's not going to share his dad with some stranger, namely me." She turned around on the stool to face him. They had showered together and she was dressed in a warm baby blue cashmere dress that showed off her gently rounded curves. To him, she looked exquisite.
"You're not a stranger and for your information, he already expressed his desire for a baby sister." He grinned at her startled glance. "And you as the mother. He's asked Santa for that particular wish. Said his best friend Charley has a mom and a baby sister and he wants one too."
She blinked at that surprising news.
"He specifically said he wanted me as a mom?" Emotions clogged her voice.
He nodded. He was lounging on the sofa, at ease and content just to stare at her, and wondered if she had any idea how beautiful she was. The sun streaming through the heavy damask curtains made her flawless skin glow. Her hair was finger-twisted, giving her an adorably elf-like appearance.
"Which makes it so much easier for me. For us. Come here, darling."
The dip in his deep voice had her heart turning over.
"We have to discuss-"
"We already did. Come here."
She rose a little unsteadily and crossed to him. Preventing her from sitting next to him, he took her hand and tumbled her into his lap.
"How's my baby mama?"
She chuckled at that, snuggling against him.
"Much better for having her baby daddy around."
His hands surrounded her waist, caressing her slight bump through the material of her dress. It surprised him how quickly he was adjusting to their changed status. And how protective he was of her.
