Small moans and gasps escaped each of us as we made love. Every other time we’d ever had sex, it had been a rough, fervent affair. This was a completely different kind of passion. I worshipped her body with mine, paid homage to the love of my life in a way I had sadly never done before.
We came together, our bodies sweaty, our breaths panting in time to one another, hearts racing at the same speed. Lightning flickered across my gaze as I spilled inside her, holding her against me as she shuddered and clung to me.
When I shifted off of her and pulled her into my arms again, she gazed up at me with slightly narrowed eyes.
“You did that on purpose,” she accused.
“What?”
“You said you’d let me rest then got me to convince you that sex wouldn’t hurt me or the baby.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I scoffed, pushing her head back down against my chest so she wouldn’t see the smile I couldn’t contain.
I hadn’t done it on purpose, which was a shame. Because it was a damn good plan.
Chapter Nine
~ Willow My-Perspective’s-Changed Tate ~
I couldn’t even be mad at him. It had been the best damn sex of my life. No, not sex. Making love. That’s what it had been. Content, I settled into him while he held me secure in his arms and traced soothing circles on my back.
I must have slept because next thing I knew I was waking to Jamie stroking my cheek. He was fully dressed and sitting on the side of the bed.
“Kathy’s making us dinner,” he said.
“We just ate,” I grumble-yawned. Right on cue, my stomach growled.
“Hmm, not so much,” he replied. “Why don’t you get dressed and meet me out there. I’m having her make your favorite.”
“You don’t know my favorite.”
“Actually, I do. You have two. One is pancakes, which she’s not making. And the other is Mongolian chicken with extra veggies.” He leaned forward and brushed his nose over mine. “And for dessert, you always have cheesecake with blueberry topping, which we’re also having.” He clapped his hand lightly on my butt. “Get dressed, or I’ll eat your cheesecake.”
“You better not!” I called as he shut the door. I sank back against the pillows. He knew my favorite foods? I never thought he’d paid that much attention. I mean, I knew his. Jamie loved donuts and cookies, but as far as dinner foods, give him a burger and steak fries and he was a happy man.
Wearily, I climbed from the bed and grabbed my clothes. I’d been told this fatigue was supposed to pass by the second trimester. Lies. I was still waiting for the miracle to occur.
It took a few minutes to dress then I headed out to Jamie. “Shouldn’t we be landing soon?” I asked, settling into my seat.
“About an hour and a half. I wasn’t sure how soon we’d find food after landing, and I didn’t want you to be hungry. Hell, I don’t even know where we’re staying at this point. I got my assistant on it, but we’ve been flying through a dead area for my phone, so I guess we’ll find out when I can get in touch again.”
I raised an eyebrow. “All this tech and you can’t get a line to your office?”
“I’m sure the pilot could raise them, but it didn’t really seem like an emergency.”
Kathy interrupted then, bringing us dinner. After we thanked her and she left, I turned back to Jamie. “I don’t know… Having a place to sleep seems important. I mean when you said neutral ground in Switzerland, I didn’t really think we’d be sleeping on the ground.”
He took a bite of his chicken, and from the spark in his eyes, I knew he was thinking something naughty. “That’s okay, devil. You can just lie on me. You seem to like that anyway.”
I threw a forkful of rice at him. “Jerk.”
He calmly wiped it off his shirt then kept eating. “I’m not going to fight with you.”
“Hmm,” I grumbled. “Well, A, that sounds like a challenge. And, B, our entire relationship is based on us fighting.”
“We fight a lot, but I think it’s more like sexual tension driving us. Now, anyway. When we were young, you were just fun to fight with. You’ve always been my best frienemy.”
“And you honestly think we’re going to stop fighting?”
“Nope. But you’re going to stop running away, and I’m going to stop hiding my feelings, and we’re going to have a lot of make-up sex. And maybe, we’ll start acknowledging that we prefer to be with each other over anyone else.”
Crap…he was right. And it killed me to admit that. But I did prefer Jameson’s company over anyone else’s. The idea of spending a bunch of time with him on this trip actually excited me a lot. That’s part of why I’d gone along with it when I’d known he was too drunk to realize what he was doing.
“Just so you know, I expect to see the Alps and castles on this trip.”
“What about if we stay at the Gstaad Palace in the Alps?” he ventured, not looking at me as he studied his Mongolian chicken as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
“Oh my God, you jerk. You know exactly where we’re staying, don’t you?”
“Of course, I do. You didn’t think I’d land in a foreign country with my girl and my unborn child and be unprepared, did you? Taking care of you is my top priority.”
“Are you going to try to wrap me in bubble paper?”
“No,” he answered, drawing out the word in such a way, I knew he was absolutely lying.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You should be well aware that I just started my dream job and if you try to interfere with that, I will kick your ass, pregnant or not. And I have a girl posse who will help me. You
