Chapter 14
So relaxed. Brit lay quietly, every muscle in her body at rest, her heart thumping in a gentle rhythm. Trent gave her a tender kiss and left the bed slowly, as if he didn’t want to jostle her and risk disturbing whatever was happening.
Or not happening. Calm settled over her, a light blanket of serenity that she’d never associated with sex. But then she’d never had this kind.
Mutual pleasure had always been the goal, the only goal, even with Trent on Saturday night. This time they’d had a different purpose and mutual pleasure had been a by-product. An unexpectedly lovely by-product.
The full-body orgasm she’d just enjoyed eclipsed any sexual experience she’d ever had. It left her sated, yet filled with joy and gratitude.
Her eyes drifted closed. The light click of plates being stacked and the whisper of bare feet on the floor told her he was taking the tray back to the kitchen. More dad points.
She was almost asleep when the mattress dipped as he crawled in beside her. Reaching for the covers, he drew them up, tucking them around her as if she were a child. “Do you want me to stay?” he murmured.
“Mm-hm.”
“Do you think…”
Eyes closed, she slowly rolled her head from side to side.
“That’s okay. We’ll try in the morning.”
“Mm-hm.”
He kissed her again, his lips feather-light. “Sleep tight.” Then he settled down with a deep, prolonged sigh of contentment.
The scent of coffee brewing roused her from the depths of a dream in which Trent rode toward her on a white horse. He carried a pink flag that rippled in the breeze. Gold letters proclaimed IT’S TIME!
What a nutty dream. She opened her eyes.
“About time.”
She lifted her head and her knight stood at the foot of the bed wearing only his jeans, his arms folded over his impressive chest. The start of a beard shadowed his square jaw and outlined his tempting mouth.
A flash of white teeth when he smiled gave him a rakish air. “Good morning, princess.”
She sucked in a breath. “Why’d you call me that?”
“You looked like Sleeping Beauty lying there. I kept checking on you ’cause I hated to wake you up when you were looking so happy and peaceful.”
She propped herself up on her elbows. “I was having a really gonzo dream.”
“About?”
“You were on a white horse and carrying a pink flag that said it’s time.”
His eyebrows rose. “Well, now.”
“How late is it?”
“According to the clock, it’s sixteen minutes past seven. According to your dream, it’s time to get busy making our daughter.”
Heat flooded her lady parts. “It was just a dream.”
“Was it? You’re the one who’s in tune with your body.” He unfastened the metal button on his jeans and drew down the zipper. “I think your body was telling you something.”
Her heart thumped faster. Her knight in shining armor believed in the power of dreams. That put him in a whole different category.
Stripping off his jeans and briefs, he strolled around to her side of the bed. “Are we on, princess?”
She gulped. “Sure, why not?” She tossed aside the covers.
“Good call.” He moved over her, his brown eyes tawny in the morning light. “I’m not kissing you. You’d end up with razor burn.”
“What if I don’t care?”
“What if I do?” Bracing his forearms on either side of her shoulders, he eased between her thighs, his gaze intent. “This is perfect. You’re relaxed and rested.” He pushed in and gasped. “And ready.”
Her breath caught as he went deeper. She was acutely conscious of his presence and his purpose. As he approached, she yielded, bit by bit.
“You’re opening.” His voice was husky. “You’re opening to me. I feel it. I see it in your eyes.”
She felt it, too. When the tip of his cock reached her womb, any remaining resistance melted.
Holding her gaze, he began to thrust, slowly at first, each time repeating that brief touch, keeping the drawbridge open and receptive. He increased the speed so gradually that her climax took her by surprise.
She arched into him with a startled cry as her body surrendered to the persistent demands of his.
“Now.” His strong voice rang out as he surged forward, gasping as he went deep one last time and locked into position, his cock rhythmically pulsing.
Her vision blurred, and for a few seconds she couldn’t see his face through the mist. Was she crying? She blinked and tears dribbled from the corners of her eyes.
“Hey.” He said it softly. Then he leaned down and brushed a kiss over her mouth. “I hope those are happy tears.”
She looked into his warm brown eyes. “Uh-huh.” She swallowed a lump in her throat. “We did it.”
“Yes, ma’am. Congratulations.”
“You believe me?”
“Have to. I was there. I felt it, too.” His breath hitched. “At seven twenty-four a.m. Nine months from now we’re gonna have a baby girl.”
“You checked the time?”
“I wanted to know.”
“We might not have a girl.”
“Except it makes perfect sense. I was carrying a pink flag in your dream and it’s up to me to bring the X chromosome.”
“If you’re right, just know I don’t plan to dress her in pink all the time.”
“Of course not. That’s boring.”
“She’ll have a bunch of different colors to wear until she starts making her preference known.”
“I think you’re starting to agree that we’ll have a girl.”
“I suppose I am, even if I don’t subscribe to that pink and blue stuff.” She absorbed his slow grin. “Consciously.”
“I promise not to buy a teddy bear with a pink bow.” He paused, head turned, as if listening. “Coffee’s done.” He cautiously edged away and eased out of bed. “You need to stay here, so I’ll start on breakfast.”
“By yourself? That doesn’t seem right.”
“Sure it does.” He retrieved his jeans and briefs. “I’ve done my part for this operation. While you do your part, I’ll make sure we both get fed before we head into our day.”
She focused on him, trying to get her bearings as her world began rearranging itself. She knew in her bones that they’d just created a child. They’d achieved their goal. What came next? She wasn’t totally sure. “Okay. Thanks.”
“You look a little dazed.”
“So do you.”
“I am. I know what happened, but I don’t think it’s sunk in yet.”
“Same here.”
“I’m sure it will.” Breaking eye contact, he headed for the bathroom. “How do you like your eggs?”
“Scrambled, please.”
“Well-done or moist?”
“Moist but not runny.”
“Got it.” He turned on the water in the sink.
She lay still and listened to him washing up. The rasp of his zipper signaled when he was done.
Moments later he reappeared. “I’ll call you when it’s ready. You should have plenty of time to make sure our girl is tucked in for the duration.” He gave her a quick smile.
“I’ll do my best.”
“I’m sure you will.” He left the bedroom.
He’d certainly done his best. He’d coaxed her to believe that her dream was a message from her body. Then he’d made sure that he’d responded to that message in a way that guaranteed success.
They both believed that they’d created a baby this morning. Which brought her to an inescapable conclusion.
They’d entered into this agreement to conceive a child, not become bed partners. With this morning’s activity, they’d eliminated their only reason for making love.