Chapter Twenty
Redford placed Carmen on the bed. The air around him seemed inflamed with the scent of her. Why did she have to smell so good and taste so delicious?
He stared at the naked woman who’d seduced the hell out of him, like he’d suggested. He was a pro at seducing women and never had one seduce him. Until tonight he hadn’t thought such a thing was possible. In the past, he’d not only called the shots but was also the one who decided when and where his game of seduction would be played out. However, tonight Carmen had taken that decision out of his hands and placed it into hers. Literally.
He tried fighting back his body’s demands. If just her touch could do that to him, he didn’t want to remember what being inside her body would do. He tried breaking eye contact with her but couldn’t. Now he recalled his earlier assertion to Sloan that she had p-whipped him. However, he was beginning to think it was more than that. What? He wasn’t sure.
Every muscle in his body desired her to the point where emotions he’d never had to deal with before crowded in on him, taking over his mind the same way they’d taken over his body. Could nearly three months of forced celibacy do that to him? Or...had he finally met his match? He didn’t want to think that such a thing was possible, but at that moment his mind was too messed up, and he was filled with so much need for her that he couldn’t think straight.
“Are you sure you’re up to this?” he asked her, indicating his huge erection.
She gave a somewhat shy smile and said, “Just as long as I know it’s up for me.”
He couldn’t help but grin at her play on words. “Trust me. It is. Only for you.” Even more desire surged through him, yet in consideration of her health, he had to make sure he wasn’t being an insensitive ass. “And you’re sure you’re okay, healthwise?”
She eased up on her haunches and his gaze followed the movement. “I am, so don’t try to back out now, Redford.”
“The only thing that can stop me at this point is you telling me to do so.”
“And I won’t do that. I want you too much.”
Her words slipped him into the sensual world that was Carmen Golan. A world he had been part of once and hadn’t been the same since. More than anything, he wanted to see if all those orgasms were a fluke or common for them.
He moved toward the bed and she leaned in to meet him. Drawing her against him, he captured her mouth with a need he felt not only in his erection but in his entire body. His hands began stroking her all over, her bare skin felt hot beneath his fingertips. He specifically liked tracing a path over the smoothness of her shoulders. From the sounds she made, he knew she was enjoying his touch...just like he’d enjoyed hers earlier.
His tongue greedily explored her mouth. When he finally got a mind to end the kiss, he pressed her back against the pillows. She stretched out her arms to him and that was an invitation he intended to accept. Before moving to her, his gaze roamed over every inch of her delectable curves, a pair of beautiful breasts with hardened nipples and a flat stomach. She’d told him the other day that she could detect a little protruding stomach, but as of yet, he could not. Then his gaze lowered still to the very essence of her—namely, her feminine folds. Just the sight of her made his erection throb and her scent made his tongue thicken in his mouth.
“What’s taking you so long, Redford?” she asked in a voice filled with need. He switched his gaze to her face and smiled. A thick mass of hair was fanned out against the pillow.
“I just want to savor the moment. You are very beautiful, Carmen,” he said, truthfully. “And, lying here like that makes you look delicious, too.”
“Delicious?”
His smile widened. “Yes, delicious. Let me prove what I mean.”
Moving closer, he pulled her forward and let his hands rest on a pair of firm breasts. Cupping them, he used the pads of his thumbs to gently finger the hardened nipples.
She moaned deeply in her throat. “You’re driving me to madness, Redford.”
“You haven’t experienced anything yet, sweetheart.” Then he leaned in and began devouring her breasts.
Seeing them and touching them had done something to him. He believed it had to do with knowing that one day these twin globes would be the source of his child’s nourishment. Whatever the reason, at that moment he couldn’t help but greedily feast on them himself. The more he tasted of her, the more he wanted.
Knowing he couldn’t make love to her breasts forever, no matter how good they tasted, he finally pulled his mouth away and then lowered her to the pillows. He was a man who appreciated beauty, and he was convinced his gaze was taking in the most beautiful creature ever created.
“Now to taste another part of you,” he said, reaching down to stroke her inner thigh. From her expression, he knew the same sensations stirring within him were also stirring within her. When his fingers slowly stroked her feminine folds, the skin there felt soft. He glanced up and saw heat lodged in her eyes and understood. She had confessed to having her dreams like he’d had his.
Knowing he couldn’t delay tasting her any longer, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and put his mouth on her center. His tongue eased inside and found her hot and wet, like he’d remembered. Just the way he liked. First using the tip of his tongue to lap her up and then easing his tongue farther inside, he delved deeper, then retreated to capture her clit. He actually heard himself moan at the same exact time that she did.
Then he locked his mouth down and held tight to her thighs. He had almost three months to make up for, and he intended to do just that. His tongue thrust deeper and he felt the slight pain when her fingers grabbed hold of his shoulders, then the side of his face as if to keep him in place right there. She definitely didn’t have to worry about him going anywhere. He was enjoying the delicious taste of her way too much.
He knew the exact moment her body was about to explode, and he was more than ready for the decadent appetizer he knew awaited him.
Carmen screamed as a multitude of spasms rushed through her body. She was convinced that never had an orgasm been as needed as this one. Her world spun out of control as every nerve ending inside her came alive and shattered her to a million pieces.
Through dazed eyes she saw the moment Redford pulled his mouth from her and lowered her legs from his shoulders. He then eased back to stare down at her while licking his lips. “You taste good, baby. Simply incredible.”
He then leaned in and captured her lips. He kissed her with the same intensity he’d used just moments ago between her legs. Within seconds he had stirred her hunger again to the point where she felt hot blood racing through her veins.
Obviously, the chemistry flowing between them hadn’t lessened any. If anything, it had heightened. The very thought of them making love again caused sensual stirrings to erupt in the pit of her stomach. As if he felt it, too, he moved in place over her.
He continued to stare down at her and she was captured by the beauty, as well as the heat, she saw in the depths of his dark eyes. Moments later, while he still held her gaze, she felt him ease inside of her and fill her completely. Was she imagining things or was his erection actually getting bigger, longer and harder inside of her?
Before she could dwell on that possibility, he began moving. Going in deep and then pulling out. Advancing and then retreating, over and over again, deliberately establishing a sensuous rhythm that had her groaning and moaning. He’d started out slowly, and then, as if he was seized by an overabundance of desire, he began thrusting harder and faster.
She released a series of moans, and he placed his mouth over hers. That’s when their mouths picked up the same mating rhythm as the lower parts of their bodies. She gripped his shoulders as their tongues moved in a frenzy that had them moaning even more.
Regardless of what this was for him, for her it was displaying what she felt for him in a physical way because she would never speak it aloud. This wasn’t just sex for her, it was love.
At the first sign of her orgasm, he pulled his mouth away and she released a scream. She hoped her neighbors couldn’t hear her but a part of her didn’t care if they did. When she opened her eyes to stare up at Redford, his gaze was both hot and predatory. That’s when another orgasm hit and she saw it had hit him as well. Then another, and she sensed a need within them both that was taking over their bodies.
She widened her legs for him, wanting it all, and watched in hot fascination as he threw his head back and the cords in his neck tightened while the solid hardness of him continued to stretch her. The thought of him embedded so deeply within her had her moaning. She felt him all the way to the hilt.
When she screamed his name again, he screamed hers, detonating a barrage of passion that spread through them, seeming to ignite every cell in their bodies. When one orgasm ended and before one scream stopped, another orgasm was beginning to capture them in its clutches.
She could recognize his orgasm from the way he would slow his thrusts, only to start up again in a fast pace, then groaning her name. They kept coming, nearly nonstop. Then finally, as if he refused to collapse on top of her, he quickly shifted his body off her for them to face each other.
He kissed her with a tenderness she felt all through her body while cuddling her in his arms. Before dozing off, she recalled each and every time she felt the essence of him explode inside of her. The hot, molten liquid felt right. Like it belonged only to her, and from what he’d told her, she was the only woman with whom he’d shared himself to that degree. The last time hadn’t been intentional. Tonight, it was as if he hadn’t cared. Probably because she was already pregnant.
Regardless of the reason, it made her smile knowing she had again shared something with him no other woman had. Considering his history with women, that said a lot. But then that wasn’t all. His baby was growing inside of her. Their baby. She cuddled closer to Redford and breathed her happiness into his chest.
She might not have his love, but she would always have a part of him they would share forever.
The sound of Carmen in the bathroom brought Redford awake. He was lying flat on his back in her bed. And it was morning. Memories of their night together rushed through him, lighting his body with a fire that only Carmen could ignite. That had been proven over and over during the night.
He’d been concerned about exhausting her in her delicate condition, but she dismissed his worry and proceeded to show him that the depth of her need for him was just as great as his had been for her. After pleasuring each other time and time again, they had finally succumbed to a peaceful sleep.
He glanced at the clock and saw it was a little past seven in the morning. The sound of her in the bathroom immediately caught his attention again. That’s when he realized she was enduring a bout of morning sickness.
Rushing from the bed, he opened the bathroom door and immediately found her on the floor in front of the commode. Crouching down beside her, he pulled her hair back from her face and then began gently stroking her back, whispering calming and what he hoped were comforting words to her. When she finished, he lifted her to stand in front of the vanity while she brushed her teeth, rinsed her mouth and wiped her face with a cool cloth.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” she said, turning to ease into his arms.
“You should have,” he said, softly, placing a kiss across her lips. “We’re in this together, remember.”
She nodded. “I need to take a shower.”
“Okay.”
Moving away from her, he started the water. She removed her robe to reveal her nakedness, and he was glad she wasn’t showing any signs of morning-after shyness or regret. Before stepping into the shower, she glanced over her shoulder, smiled and asked, “Would you like to join me, Redford?”
It was early, yet it seemed the desire in her gaze was just as potent as what she probably saw in his. “Most definitely, sweetheart.”
Typically, he didn’t use terms of endearment with women. However, he’d used a number of them with her last night. For some reason, doing so had come naturally for him. “Besides, I promised to wash your hair today,” he added.
They showered together, tenderly washing each other’s bodies before he began washing her hair. Then they made love in the shower, a novelty for both of them.
After their shower ended, he and Carmen toweled each other dry before he re-braided her hair the way he’d watched Leslie do for her one day and thought he’d done a decent job. He then suggested they go for a walk after breakfast. It was a beautiful day. Instead of walking the neighborhood again, he ordered a car to take them to the National Harbor. They walked at a steady pace along the Potomac River and even visited several shops along the way. Afterward, they returned to her home in time for him to prepare lunch.
Carmen got sick later that day. Considering that was a reduction in the number of times, he thought it was a good sign. She thought so, too. Instead of going upstairs and taking a nap when they returned, she hung out down in the kitchen and kept him company while he prepared dinner. He enjoyed hearing about the classes she taught and how the current bill in the senate was vital for the country’s economy.
Neither said anything about the night before. However, the sharing of smiles, less than innocent touches and stolen kisses whenever they felt like it, spoke of a heightened level of intimacy between them.
Nothing was said about sleeping arrangements but that night they took another shower together. When he joined her in bed, it seemed like the most natural place to be. All he’d intended to do was hold her in his arms; however, she had other ideas.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked when she slid from his arms and placed her body over his.
She smiled down at him. “Feeling naughty.”
He chuckled. “Weren’t you naughty enough last night?”
“No.”
And after that single word, she lowered her mouth to his. He didn’t hesitate returning her kiss.