That sensation built in her so quickly, like he knew exactly what she needed. He made her feel so alive. Tingles turned to fireworks and then like an explosion her orgasm ripped through her so hard, she could barely catch her breath. But he didn’t stop. Just as she felt herself starting to come down from her high, he started stroking her with his thumb and she arched off the seat as she felt herself tightening all over again.
She cried out his name as he pushed her over the edge a second time. Finally he relented and she was left a wreck of a woman. She couldn’t talk, she couldn’t think, she could barely breathe.
‘Feel better now?’
She could only nod, talking required too much effort and thought.
‘Can we go home now?’ Xander asked.
‘I… I need a minute,’ she managed to get out.
He nodded then pushed her dress up a bit more so her belly was exposed and he placed a long, loving kiss right on her belly. She smiled with love for him.
‘Sorry about the commotion, little one, but it’s your mum’s fault. She just looks so damn devastatingly beautiful, I can’t help myself.’
‘I bet you won’t be saying that in a few months’ time when I’m the size of a whale.’
He smiled. ‘I promise, when you’re nine months pregnant and even if you’re the size of a house, I will still think you’re the most beautiful woman in theworld. I’ll still want to make love to you if you’ll let me.’
She smiled at that thought.
‘I’m ready to go home now.’
He stood up and offered out a hand, helping her to get out the car. She smoothed down her dress.
‘Can I have my shorts back?’ Immy asked.
‘Absolutely not.’
She laughed and leaned up to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
She pulled back to look at his lovely face. ‘Take me home.’
‘It will be my pleasure.’
CHAPTER NINE
Xander woke the next day and smiled to see Immy wrapped in his arms as she lay on his chest. He couldn’t be any happier right now. He had pushed this away for so long after Brook had died but now it was all he wanted.
Immy stirred and he kissed her head.
‘No more sex,’ Immy muttered. ‘I’m all orgasmed out.’
He laughed. It had got a bit heated the night before once they came back from the restaurant. He’d pretty much ravished her once they got through the door, and again later on the sofa and again once they made it to the bed. It was probably a good thing Etta was back later that day, Immy probably needed a bit of a rest from his insatiable demands. While he still intended to make love to Immy quietly in his bed once Etta had gone to sleep, he obviously wouldn’t be able to do it all over the house any more.
Xander leaned over to grab his phone to see what time it was. It was just past eight, so still relatively early. He was about to put his phone back down, ignoring all messages, when he noticed that one of them was from Margaret, Etta’s nan. He quickly opened and read it, then cursed.
‘Etta’s on her way back.’
Immy sat up. ‘Now?’
‘Yes, I thought we’d have at least some of the day together before they got bored of her. They always do this and I hate how it must make Etta feel.’ He climbed out of bed and started getting dressed. ‘They play the doting grandparents very well, always buying her gifts and clothes, but when it comes to actually spending time with her, they always seem to let her down. They promise to take her for the weekend and then cancel at the last minute. They’ll take her out for the day but bring her back after a few hours. Etta always says she has a nice time with them, they give her copious amounts of ice cream or cake or sweets and they watch movies or go to nice places.’
He threw on his jeans. ‘I suppose she’s always been at that age where she doesn’t have a great concept of time so probably doesn’t understand that she’s been brought back early but lately she’s starting to realise. Last time she asked me if she had been naughty and that was why her grandparents had brought her back so early. I had to make up some excuse that they had some appointment they’d forgotten about but, the truth is, they just aren’t children people. I don’t think they know how to engagewith her beyond giving her cakes or sweets, or sitting her down in front of the TV to watch kids’ films or TV programmes. Maybe that’s why Brook turned out to be so anti-children too, because she didn’t get the love she needed when she was little. But I suppose it’s nice that they try – my own parents couldn’t care less.’
‘I’m sorry it’s like that. Your parents don’t know what they’re missing by not being in your life. And I totally appreciate it’s a tricky situation with Brook’s parents, you want her to have a relationship with them but you don’t want her to get hurt.’
‘No, especially after what happened with her mum.’
