Always - Iris Johansen [39]
Galbraith shook his head. “He has quarters at the palace. He usually finds it more convenient to be close to Sheikh Ben Raschid.”
Oh, dear, she had never considered where they would live. She wasn’t sure she’d like living in a royal palace.
“Go up front with the pilot, John.” Clancy was standing beside them. There was an air of leashed tension about him that was nearly palpable. She’d been aware of that edginess during their preparations for departure but hadn’t thought it strange. It was a big step for both of them, and she was nervous about this trip, too.
Galbraith got to his feet with a grin. “I have the distinct feeling that I’m not wanted. I always was quick on the uptake.” He sauntered down the aisle toward the cockpit.
“Is something wrong?” She set the coffee cup on the table beside her.
“Yes.” He sat down in the chair Galbraith had just vacated. “There’s something definitely wrong.”
“What?”
“What the devil do you think?” he asked. “Last night you told me you were going to have my child. Now to have a child it’s necessary to perform certain anatomical functions. I couldn’t think of anything but those functions after you left me this morning. Not that it was different from any other night since I’ve met you. Then we get on board the plane and you proceed to fall asleep.”
She felt the breath catch in her throat. “You wanted to make love to me on the plane?”
“I want to make love to you anywhere I can,” he said harshly. “I’m hurting, damn it. I’ve never wanted a woman like this before.” He distractedly ran a hand through his hair. “And now you’re going to think that all I said last night was just to get you into bed. It’s not true, but I’m … What are you doing?” His eyes were on her fingers, which had moved to the front of her blouse and were calmly unfastening the buttons.
“You want to make love,” she said as she undid the last button. “We don’t have much time, but I’m quite willing. No one will disturb us, will they? You were sharp enough with John to guarantee he won’t come back until he’s called.”
“No one will disturb us,” he said thickly. His eyes were fixed on the front of her opened blouse. He could see tempting glimpses of her smooth, pale stomach and the upper swells of her breasts encased in a lacy bra.
“That’s good.” Her hands were on the front clasp of the bra. Suddenly it was loose and her breasts tumbled free, veiled only by the silk blouse. She smiled at him mischievously. “Well, shall we make a baby, Mr. Donahue?”
His eyes were hot and smoky as they clung to the full mounds thrusting against the silk. “You’d let me love you now?”
“Anytime,” she said softly. “Anywhere, any way. Why not? I want you, too, Clancy, and there’s no reason you should be uncomfortable when I can fix it so easily.” She leaned forward and began unfastening the buttons of his pinstriped shirt. “You should have wakened me earlier.”
“Lord, I wish I had,” he muttered. He closed his eyes as the tips of her fingers brushed against the naked flesh of his chest. Lisa could see the pulse leap in the hollow of his throat and then drum wildly. She felt a primitive delight that she could bring him so much pleasure. Her fingers tangled in the soft fleece matting his chest and tugged gently. “Clancy, come.” She took his big hands and put them on her breasts. Feeling their warmth through the silk she began to tremble. “Love me.”
“I do,” he said hoarsely. “And I will.” His hands contracted on her and she felt herself swell into them. She arched toward him with a little moan. His unsteady hands were pushing aside the blouse and closing on her flesh. A shock of pure desire rocketed through her. She closed her eyes as the tremors started to spread throughout her body.
His thumb and forefinger plucked teasingly at one burgeoning nipple, and he laughed huskily as it hardened and distended to pointed beauty. “Come here, Lisa.” The blouse was pushed off her shoulders and the bra followed it. Then she was being lifted to straddle him,