“Don’t go slow!” she urged, unsnapping her slacks and pushing them down over her hips. She did that little wiggle thing as she revealed the blue lace of her panties and he stopped, stunned by the almost overwhelming lust that hit him.
“Pepper!” he growled, his hands reaching for his tie.
“No time,” she whispered, moving towards his belt. “I don’t have time to wait for you to undress, Dimitri. I need you inside of me. Now!”
He would have laughed, but she had already unzipped his pants and was caressing his erection, sliding her hands up and down his shaft. “Pepper!”
Before he knew what she was going to do, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. He looked down, stunned. Seeing her head moving up and down over him, her fingers tightening on the base where her mouth couldn’t reach, he almost lost his control and exploded in her mouth. It was only through sheer force of will that he stopped her, pulling her away from him.
“As good as that feels, if you keep up with that, I’m not going to make it. And I want to be buried deep inside of you when I come, Pepper.”
She seemed to be in full agreement and crawled onto her bed, leaning back against the white comforter, resplendent in blue lace and satin. He tore at his clothes, determined to feel all of her against his skin when he entered her. It took him mere seconds to shed his clothes, then he came down beside her, quickly rolling the condom down over his shaft with one hand while his other slid along her inner thigh before one finger dipped into her, testing to see if she was ready for him.
“You are so wet, Pepper!” With a quick tug, he ripped the satin panties off, tossing them away impatiently.
“And if you don’t…” She gasped when he sank deep into her heat. He loved the way she arched into him, wrapping her soft legs around his waist. Dimitri thrust smoothly into her, watching her mouth open in wonder as he built the tension inside them. His fingers moved to her breast, pulling the straps of that blue bra down her shoulder so that he could see her breasts. He tweaked her nipple, eliciting a gasp of lust that sent him closer to the edge.
“Yes!” Pepper whispered, pressing against him as the tension climbed. “Don’t stop! Oh, please don’t stop!”
When he knew that he was losing his control, he reached down and helped her with his thumb. That gentle touch was all it took for Pepper’s body to splinter apart with her climax, her inner muscles throbbing around him. That tightening sensation took him over the edge faster than he’d wanted, but this was Pepper and he’d never been able to hang on for long. When she climaxed like this, it was always such a rush, a thrill, to feel her vibrating around him.
A long time later, he kissed the top of her head, then felt her snuggle against him, obviously asleep. That was strange, he thought. Usually, she was full of energy after sex.
He slid carefully out from under the covers and headed for the bathroom, but taking a moment to glance back at her. The soft curve of her bottom that filled his hands perfectly, and the delicious, upward sweep of her breasts, the long, muscular legs that fit perfectly around his waist.
Everything about her seemed right and perfect. Pepper Abbot was made for him. And from her reaction to him every time he touched her, Dimitri suspected that he was made for her. No one could fake that inner clenching which signaled pleasure.
He smiled, thinking of the ring in his pocket. He’d gotten it in London just yesterday before flying here to see her. He wanted her. He wanted all of her and not just for a fling. Being away from her over the past several days demonstrated how good they were together, how much he wanted to be with her always.
He walked into the bathroom, smiling inwardly as he contemplated how he would propose to her. Maybe he’d take her to an elegant restaurant, order the best bottle of wine and delicious food. Then, over dessert, as she made those sexy sounds as she took another bite of whatever decadent thing he’d ordered for her …he’d bring out the ring.
Dimitri had just finished cleaning up when something in the garbage caught his eye. Was it…? She hadn’t had her period in a while and…no, that wasn’t a tampon wrapper. Thank goodness, he thought. He’d been without her for too long and he knew that she wouldn’t have sex during her period, even if he didn’t give a damn about things like that. He just loved…
Dekara, that wasn’t a tampon wrapper!
He glanced at the closed bathroom door, picturing Pepper on the bed, sound asleep already. Early in the evening! Hell, she was asleep and…he saw the plus sign.
She was pregnant?!
For a long moment, Dimitri couldn’t move. He couldn’t even breathe. Pepper was pregnant with his child. His baby! He almost laughed at how possessive that sounded. No, Pepper wouldn’t let him go down that sexist road. She was pregnant with their baby. Their child! Agios…! She was pregnant!
He leaned back against the counter, that thought echoing through his mind. Pepper was pregnant! She was pregnant!
Dimitri tried to wrap his mind around the reality. Was it true? Glancing down at the stick, he again noticed the plus sign. A baby!
Stepping out of the bathroom, he looked down at the still-sleeping Pepper, trying to see any changes caused by her new motherhood. But they’d been together for only six weeks, so it was still early for changes to her body. But he could imagine her body changing, softening and becoming round as their child grew inside
