A Wife for a Westmoreland - Brenda Jackson [38]
“Sort of,” she said, yawning, and couldn’t help the anticipation she heard in her voice. And when he gave her a dimpled cowboy smile, sensations shot through her entire body, but especially in the area between her thighs.
“Then let me wake you up the Derringer Westmoreland way.” He then captured her mouth at the same time he tossed his leg over hers, adjusting their positions to ease inside her body.
“Oh,” she whispered, and when he locked his leg on her and began slowly moving in and out of her and capturing her lips with his, she figured there was nothing wrong with one for the road…even though she knew she would end up in heaven.
Derringer’s smile faded as he buttoned up his shirt and stared at Lucia. “What do you mean we can’t ever make love again?”
He saw the flash of regret that came into her eyes before she stopped brushing her teeth long enough to rinse out her mouth. “Just what I said, Derringer. Last night was special and I want to remember it that way.”
He was confused. “And you don’t think you can if we make love again?”
“No. I know about the women you usually sleep with and, personally, I don’t want to be one of them.”
He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest, not sure he liked what she’d said. “Then why did you sleep with me last night?”
“I had my reasons.”
His frown deepened. He couldn’t help but wonder if those reasons were the same ones he had initially suspected her of having. And it didn’t help matters to know that every time he had made love to her they had been unprotected. The first time had been a slip-up, and then after that, he’d deliberately chosen not to think about it. Why he’d done such a thing, he didn’t know. He usually made it a point to always use protection. Even now, Lucia might be pregnant with his child.
“And just what are those reasons, Lucia?”
“I’d rather not say.”
Anger ignited inside him. That response wasn’t good enough.
“Oh!” she cried out in surprise when he reached out, snatched her off her feet and tossed her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and strode out of the bathroom.
“Derringer! What in the world is wrong with you? Put me down.”
He did. Tossing her on the bed and glaring down at her. “I want to hear these reasons.”
She glared back. “You don’t need to know them. All you need to know is that I won’t be sharing a bed with you again.”
“Why? Because you think you’re pregnant now and that’s what this is about?”
Shock leaped into her face. “Pregnant? What are you talking about?”
“Are you on the pill or something?”
He could tell his question had surprised her. “No.”
His frown deepened. “There’s only one reason I can think of for a woman to let a man come inside her. Are you going to deny that sleeping with me this time around…as well as the last time…has nothing to do with you wanting a Westmoreland baby?”
He saw her throat tighten. “The last?”
“Yes,” he said between clenched teeth. “I know all about your little visit that night when I was drugged up on pain medication.”
She blinked. “You know?”
“Yes, and I couldn’t figure out why you, a virgin, would get into my bed and take advantage of me. And, yes, I do remember you were a virgin even if I couldn’t recall your identity.”
She angrily reared up on her haunches. “I did not take advantage of you! I was helping you back into bed after you fell. If anything, you’re the one who took advantage of me.”
“So you say.” He could see fury consume her body. and smoke was all but coming out her ears, but he didn’t care.
She rolled off the bed and stood in front of him, almost nose to nose. “Are you insinuating I slept with you that night to deliberately get pregnant? And that I only slept with you last night and this morning for the same reason?”
“What am I supposed to think?”
She threw her hair over her shoulders. “That maybe I am different from all those other women you spend your time with, and that I would not have an ulterior motive like that,” she all but screamed at him.
“You said you had your reasons.”