Always - Iris Johansen [48]
“I don’t believe the subject has come up, but I’m glad one part of my anatomy meets with your approval. All I’ve been hearing lately is how skinny I am.”
“Well, these lovely things are definitely not skinny.” His tongue placed another caress on the rosy peak. His hand ran down her midriff to her belly, and he began to massage it gently. “Your hips are damned narrow, though, and you’re awfully tiny here.” He frowned. “You won’t have trouble with the baby, will you?”
She stiffened in surprise. She had completely forgotten that this heady delight also had a purpose. She might have a child as the result of this night. A quiet glow of joy swept over her. “I didn’t with Tommy. It’s the pelvis measurements that count.”
He was still frowning as his hand moved down to press the tight curls at the apex of her thighs. “I’m so blasted big. Our child is bound to be—”
She reached down and covered his lips with her hand. “Hush, it will be fine. Let me worry about the actual production process. You just keep your mind on your part of the project.”
His lips parted and he nipped at the fingers covering them. “That won’t be hard to do. I’m having trouble keeping my mind on anything else when you’re around.” Suddenly his cheek was on her stomach, rubbing back and forth with loving affection. She could feel the slight roughness of his beard growth against her smoothness. It brought a sudden hot tingling sensation between her thighs that sent a ripple of surprise through her. So soon? His words were slightly muffled. “You’re not sorry? You haven’t changed your mind?”
“It’s a little late for second thoughts.” Her hand tangled in the thickness of his hair. “No, I’m not sorry. It was wonderful, Clancy.”
His lips caressed her. “For me, too. I think it’s very convenient that baby making is so damn enjoyable. I intend to work very hard on the project, you realize.” His fingers wandered between her thighs and began stroking her lazily. “Morning, noon, and night.” She gasped as his fingers suddenly plunged forward. “And in between, of course.”
“What about your job?” she asked faintly. He was moving lazily, rhythmically within her, and her back arched helplessly.
“I can take a little vacation. I feel it’s my duty to devote all my energies to this project at the present time.” Unexpectedly, he was over her, entering her with one powerful movement. “There are certain priorities I have to keep in mind.” He looked down at her and the lazy humor faded. In addition to the heavy sensuality she had expected, there was a gravity that surprised her. “And you’re my top priority, Lisa.” He leaned down and kissed her gently. “Always.”
Then he started to move and she forgot everything but the web of passion he was weaving about her.”
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“Where are you going?”
Lisa settled the caftan around her hips and slipped on her shoes. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I just thought I’d go back to my room and shower and change before breakfast. I wasn’t exactly prepared when you decided to sweep me off my feet and into bed.” She winked. “At last.”
“You should have been. I was aiming at being a romantic, not a complete idiot.” He crossed his arms under his head and leaned lazily back on the pillow. “But now I’ve decided to become a satyr instead. I’ve discovered I’m suited for it both psychologically and physically. Come back to bed, Lisa. I need some practice in the role.”
She lifted a slightly derisive brow. “After last night?” Neither of them had counted the times they’d come together in a passion that had seemed unquenchable. Even now she was tempted to do as he asked and go back into his arms. “After breakfast we’ll discuss it again. I wouldn’t want you to dwindle down to a mere shadow.” She crossed the room and opened the door. “I’ll meet you in the dining room in an hour.” She started to close the door, then stopped in surprise. “What the devil is this?” She held up a small leather drawstring pouch. “I found it hanging on the