Chapter 12
After walking into the house, Brit didn’t race down the hallway flinging off her clothes. She ached for Trent even more than she had on their first night together, but she didn’t want to rush into a moment she would remember for the rest of her life.
She paused to leave his hat on a rack by the door. He shrugged out of his jacket and she took off her vest.
After they’d hung up both things, he made no move to haul her into his arms, as if he understood tonight was different. Instead he held out his hand. The pace of his breathing increased the closer they came to her bedroom.
She was eager for him to see it. She’d spent her lunch hour in the lighting section of Miller’s Hardware looking for alternatives to her nightstand lamps. She’d bought two strands of small paper lanterns, one to hang between the posts at the head of her queen bed and another to go between the posts at the foot.
The lamps were off, leaving the soft glow of the lanterns to bathe her favorite pale green sheets and creamy comforter. She’d turned back the covers. When she led Trent through the doorway, his quick intake of breath was exactly what she’d been going for.
She glanced at him. “Like it?”
His chest heaved. “I love it.”
“I was tempted to put a chocolate kiss on the pillow.”
“Don’t need chocolate.” Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her to face him. “But I do need a kiss.”
“So do I.” She melted into his arms and sighed as he tucked her against his aroused body. “More than a kiss.”
“Coming up.” He chuckled. “Literally.” His lips claimed hers and his fingers splayed over the seat of her jeans. Then his grip tightened and he lifted her up, settling her against the promising bulge behind his zipper. She wrapped her legs around his hips and snuggled closer.
He gasped against her mouth. Carrying her to the bed, he lowered her slowly and followed her down, his fly wedged between her thighs, his tongue playing wicked games with hers.
Then he raised his head slightly, his breathing uneven. “You won’t get pregnant with all these clothes blocking the path.”
“Can you make them disappear?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Easing away, he tugged off her boots and socks. He made short work of removing her clothes, pulling her shirt over her head and slipping off her jeans and panties in one smooth operation.
“You’re fast.”
“I’m motivated.” He stood back and worked just as quickly getting rid of his clothes.
Lying sideways on the mattress, she propped herself on her elbows to watch his virile body emerge. Thank heavens he’d said yes. She quivered in anticipation as he kicked away his jeans and approached the bed.
Bracing a hand on either side of her, he leaned in and nibbled on her mouth. “I’ve been doing some research,” he murmured.
“And?”
“Position might not matter, but deep penetration does.”
She groaned. “Then do that. Immediately, please.”
He nipped at her lower lip. “First I need you to scoot around and lift up so I can put a pillow under your sweet little tush.”
“Yes. Right.” She scrambled to comply. She’d heard that tip somewhere, too, but staring at his amazing attributes had fried every last cell in her hormone-soaked brain.
He picked up a pillow as he climbed in and slid it neatly under her. “Good.” He moved over her, his hips brushing her damp thighs, his gaze locked with hers. “I’ve never done this without a condom.”
“Me, either.”
“I’m afraid I’ll be more sensitive.” He dragged in a breath. “And you need to come first.”
“No problem. I’m on the edge already.” Smoothing her hands down his muscular back, she clasped his taut buns. They flexed beneath her palms.
“Obviously I am, too. Especially when you touch me like that.”
“If you don’t want me to, I’ll?—”
“Oh, no, I want you to. I love feeling your hands on me. Don’t hold back. I just don’t know how this’ll go since it’s a new experience.”
“I’ve been thinking about it all day, imagining how good it’ll feel.”
“Maybe too good. That’s what worries me.” He probed gently. “But it goes with the territory, so I…” His breath caught as he eased a little way in. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” Satin over steel. The combination put every quivering nerve on high alert. “That’s….”
“Amazing?”
“Yep.”
He held her gaze. “It’s baby time.” One firm thrust and he was buried to the hilt. Swearing softly, he went very still. “Don’t move.”
“’kay.” But her body wouldn’t listen. The contractions began against her will. “Sorry, sorry, sorry….” She arched into him with a wild cry as her body responded to his commanding presence with an orgasm that shook her like a rag doll.
With another muttered oath, he rode the crest of the waves, stroking fast, gasping for air. Chest heaving, he drove deep one last time. His body shook as he let out a loud, expressive groan and rested his forehead on her shoulder.
She dug her fingertips into his glutes, holding him fast, welcoming the riches he had to offer. Gradually his shudders stopped.
She lay beneath him and took a deep breath. Had the magic connection worked? She concentrated on the sensations in her body, trying to get a reading.
Raising his head he gazed down at her. “You’re frowning. Are you unhappy?”
“I’m very happy. That felt absolutely wonderful.”
“But you’re frowning.”
“Because I’m concentrating, trying to tell if I’m pregnant or not.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t feel that certainty I expected to. I don’t think we accomplished it this time. I was sure it would happen right away at the first shot, since we’re both so eager for it, but I guess not.”
“But we might have. I don’t think you can tell that when it’s only been a couple of minutes since we?—”
“My mom could. She said she knew exactly when she became pregnant with me.”
“I hesitate to question your mom’s claim, but I find that hard to believe.”
“I don’t. She’s very in tune with herself, and so am I. Besides, the doc confirmed that it certainly could have been that exact time, judging from when I was born.”
“Hmm.”
“You don’t believe it’s possible.”
“It seems far-fetched, but I’m a guy. I wouldn’t say I’m in tune with my body. Except for just now. I was in tune and singing the Hallelujah Chorus. I could really get used to going without those little raincoats.”
She smiled. “Wasn’t that terrific? Maybe that’s why I can’t tell what’s going on, baby-wise. My lady parts are too busy celebrating the fun they just had.”
“And will have again.” He leaned down and kissed her softly. “I think you’re supposed to stay still for awhile.”
“I am. For like fifteen minutes or so.”
“Maybe that’s when you’ll tune in and find out what’s going on.”
“I suppose that’s possible, but from the way my mom said it, I think she meant the info was available almost instantly.”
“But everyone’s different.”
“True.”
“I’ll go wash up.” He climbed out of bed. “How about I bring us each something to drink?”
“Lemonade sounds great. Help yourself to a beer if you?—”
“Lemonade for me, too. Beer could slow down my sperm.”
She chuckled. “Really?”
“Really. We’re both on the wagon, now.”
“Okay, then. I wonder if anyone will notice during the festivities.”
“Probably not.”
“You’re right. It’ll be a madhouse.” She treated herself to another view of his trip into the bathroom to wash up.
Moments later he reappeared. “Any insights?”
“Nope.”
“Then you don’t think you’re pregnant.”
“Not yet.”
“What a shame. That means we need to do it again.”
She laughed. “Yes, and we might even manage to last a few minutes next time.”
“I’d like that. Something this good should be savored.” He left to fetch their drinks.
“Agreed!” she called after him.
What was wrong with her? Instead of being disappointed, she should be overjoyed that she wasn’t pregnant yet. Once that happened, she’d have no excuse to continue making love to Trent Armstrong.