‘That depends. Were there any other meaningless women after the last time we were together?’
He let out a little laugh. ‘After pushing you away, I was a mess. I kept trying to convince myself that it was for the best but it didn’t feel that way, not at all. The thought of being with someone that wasn’t you made my skin crawl. So no, there was no one else after you, I couldn’t do it. I only wanted you.’
‘You could have had me anytime. I wanted you too.’
‘I know, I’m an idiot.’
She wrapped her legs around him. ‘Well you can have me now.’
He smiled and kissed her so gently, moving inside her so carefully as if she was made of glass. He started moving very slowly against her. Sex with Xander had always been hard and fast, passionate and needy, so this slow, gentle pace was something new but it was oh so lovely, like stepping into a warm bath after a hard day. Although he must have seen the confusion on her face when he pulled back to look at her.
He paused. ‘I don’t want to hurt the baby.’
She smiled with love for him. ‘The baby is fine, you don’t need to worry that sex will hurt them.’
‘I’m not taking any risks, not with you or with the baby.’
She swallowed a lump in her throat as she stroked his face. ‘You’re not supposed to try and make me fall in love with you.’
As if she wasn’t already there.
He smiled and started moving against her again.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and kissed him so she wouldn’t have to see the way he was looking at her as if she was his entire world, because then she would start believing in it and that was a dangerous road to go down. She just had to live in the moment, enjoy what they had. And there was no greater feeling than him pinning her to the mattress with his weight. She smoothed her hands down his back and round his neck and she loved the noise of appreciation he made against her lips.
He looked at her. ‘Nothing has ever felt as good as being with you. Nothing ever will.’
He kissed her on the neck where her pulse was hammering against her skin. He shifted back and kissed her breast which made her cry out, that tightness in her stomach spiralling out in little bursts of pleasure. She clawed at his back and ran her hands down to his bum, giving it a squeeze. He chuckled against her skin.
He slipped his hand between them, touching the place she needed him the most, and with his mouth still doing wonderful things to her breast, her orgasm slammed into her so hard, she couldn’t catch her breath. She clung onto him, calling out his name and making all manner of weird noises.
She felt him fall apart too, her name a mantra on hislips. He collapsed down on top of her, kissing her neck, and she held him as he trembled against her.
‘I want this forever,’ he muttered against her skin.
She stroked his hair, knowing she did too.
Immy woke again a short while later to the feeling of something soft moving across her stomach. She opened her eyes to see Xander lying on his front, propped up on his elbows next to her stomach. He was talking softly to her belly, his mouth almost touching her skin.
‘You are going to be so loved,’ Xander said softly. ‘You have the most amazing mum and a big sister who will adore you. And I already love you and we haven’t even met.’
Immy smiled. This man was absolutely going to ruin her.
She ran her fingers through his hair and he looked up at her in surprise. ‘Hi, sorry, did I wake you?’
‘In the best possible way.’
He placed a gentle kiss on her belly, caressing it with his hand before scooting up and kissing her on the mouth. She stroked his face.
‘You are going to be a brilliant dad to our baby.’
He pulled a face. ‘I will do my absolute best.’
‘I’m serious. I see how you are with Etta, you’re amazing. She absolutely adores you and I can see why.’
‘She’s my world. And now my world has got a little bit bigger.’ He frowned. ‘I want to tell her about the babyas soon as possible. We’ll have to work out a diplomatic way of explaining it to her but I don’t want to keep anything from her.’
‘OK, I don’t have a problem with that. It will be nice for her to be involved. But maybe we don’t oversell what we have.’
