Pregnancy Plan (5 page)

He slid deeper, a thick smooth rod lancing
through her, stretching her to the limit. Her nails clamped down on
his shoulders, marking his skin.

“
Easy, we’ll take it slow.” His words
didn’t calm the overpowering heat racing through her blood. Her
heartbeat hammered in her chest. The constant rhythm marked her
soul as his possession.

“
You’re so tight.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and
his pace increased. A breath escaped and she fought to caught the
next one. With each thrust, her body jerked and shuddered.

A mind-boggling tension expanded inside her,
his name whispered repeatedly from her lips. Intense heat hammered
through her, forcing her closer and closer to the edge.

Out of control, he rocked back and forth
like the piston of an engine. She couldn’t match his speed. Arching
her back, she pushed forward as a wild turbulent wave washed over
her senses. Pleasure coursed through her cells and she
screamed.

Her cry sent him over the edge, and Derek
poured himself into her, the tension released. He collapsed onto
his forearms, his head on her shoulder, panting for air. Their
bodies still joined, he enjoyed both the physically and emotionally
connection.

“
Did we survive?” she murmured in
awe.

“
I certainly feel alive.” He kissed
her neck. Then he lifted his head. “And you?”

Her eyes closed. He read the satisfied
expression on her face. “More alive than I’ve ever felt in my
life.”

Her eyelids fluttered open. The dazzling
emotions reflected in them caught him off guard and he grinned.
“Then you’re ready for ice cream?”

She shook her head. “No. I plan on lying
here for at least the next fifty years.” She brushed her hand over
his hair and stroked his neck. “Why?”

“
Well, I did promise.”

He rolled and drew her onto his chest. He
followed the line of her spine, rubbing the soft skin of her back
with slow soothing strokes. She melted into him, purring with
pleasure.

“
I can’t move.”

Unwilling to disturb her, he surprised
himself by enjoying her body on top of his, her head on his
shoulder, her legs straddling his.

Contentment settled over him like a cloak.
He didn’t usually snuggle with women once the deed was done.
Usually, he made an excuse to leave, or slipped out of bed. The
morning after could be a sticky situation. But this time, things
were different. He only had a week to get her pregnant and he
wanted to take full advantage of every opportunity.

It felt good just to hold her.

She lifted her head abruptly. “Will you be
here when I wake up? Or are you leaving?”

He tucked her back into place. “I’ll be
here. I have every intention of following tonight’s performance
with an encore presentation tomorrow. I would probably try now but
I’m too tired.” Derek continued stroking her back.

“
Really?” Jilllian’s head popped up
again.

“
Yes, let’s go to sleep.”

****

Did they have a future?

No, but at the moment, Jillian didn’t care.
With him beside her, the beat of his heart under her ear, the
warmth of his skin next to hers, she wanted to enjoy the simple joy
of lying in his arms.

Even if they only had a few days, she’d have
a lifetime of memories. Loneliness could reclaim her when it was
over and she’d deal with it then.

Restlessly, her hand played with the soft
curls behind his ear. Back and forth, she stroked his hair. The
slow, soothing rhythm settled her excited emotions. She floated in
the warm cocoon of Derek’s body and drifted to sleep.

Minutes later, he slid from beneath her and
exited the bed. Turning away, she buried her face into a pillow and
tracked the sound of his footsteps to the bathroom.

A light glared into her eye. She shoved her
pillow over her head and mumbled, “Turn off the lights.”

“
I didn’t turn them on, but you’d
better get up. It’s almost nine-thirty.”

“
You’ve got to be kidding. We just
went to sleep!” Jillian peered out from under her
pillow.

“
No. It’s morning.” He climbed back
into bed and dropped kisses along the edge of her shoulder. His
hand traced a path over her back, moving the sheet and blankets out
of way as he proceeded downward. His lips followed his hand,
charting the same course.

She didn’t want to budge, not with him right
beside her, not with him rubbing her back.

“
Don’t you want to wake up and greet
the morning?” His hand squeezed her buttocks.

With a sigh of pleasure, she shook her head.
“No.”

The rough texture of his beard sliding along
her upper thigh and she raised her head to glance back over her
shoulder at him poised between her legs. He resembled a pirate with
his hair tousled, his eyes shining with mischief, and the midnight
shadow marking his chin.

Whoa, is he hot.

“
Good morning Mr. Blackbeard. May I
ask what you’re doing?”

His hands traveled up and down her legs,
ever closer to the center of her heat. Her body liquefied.

“
Boy, if you have to ask. I must be
doing something wrong.” He dropped his head, kissed her lower back
then continued across her buttocks.

Twisting, she struggled to shift out of the
path of his questing mouth. But he held her in place, refusing to
let her up.

“
Be still, woman,” he teased in a fake
pirate voice. “How can I have my daily pound of flesh, if you keep
wiggling?” He stroked his rough beard across the sensitive skin of
her inner thigh.

“
Derek!” Jillian cried out in
excitement.

“
You like?” He repeated the erotic
caress.

Clutching the sheet, she pressed her hips
into the bed away from his rough chin. “Come on. Let me up.”

“
Aw, matey, it’d give you a distinct
advantage, and I can’t have that.” He pretended to twist his beard
like Blackbeard and released her. “Now can I?”

With a laugh, she worked to turn over. Derek
allowed her to change position, but he fell on her as soon as she
landed on her back.

“
Now we have more interesting toys to
play with.” His hands covered her breasts. Looking up into his
face, she smiled. The twinkle of desire in his eyes matched the
teasing tone of his voice.

She put her arms around his neck, and drew
him closer for a kiss. “Good morning,” whispered from her lips
seconds before his mouth captured hers.

The dream from last night had been true. She
basked in the wonderful feel of him on top of her, his lips hot and
moist on hers. Sighing softly, she surrendered to the intoxicating
rhythm of his heart beating against hers.

This time she knew what she wanted.
Unwilling to wait, she wrapped herself around him, urgently
demanding his body join with hers.

When he drove into her, she bucked beneath
him, rising to meet his thrusts. All thoughts fled from her mind.
Only he existed in this world.

The slow pace of his thrusts at first
soothed her with long loving caresses, tempted her into the fire of
desire, at last inflamed. She pumped her hips to add to the
rhythm.

He freed her mouth. “Easy my lady, I want to
enjoy every inch of you.”

“
No!” She groaned and squeezed her
legs tighter around his waist.

His pace increased. She flew higher and
higher. Skin drenched, chills rippled along her spine as her climax
washed over her, and his followed.

Jillian couldn’t help but sigh with
pleasure. “Incredible. Thank you, Derek.”

“
The pleasure was all
mine.”

“
I don’t think you can say that. I
enjoyed it quite a bit too.” She felt the smile next to her hair.
Turning his head, he kissed her forehead.

“
You’re one sexy lady.”

Amazed, she stared into his eyes. “You
really think so?”

He flipped the end of her nose with his
finger. “I’d say you’re dynamite.”

His gray eyes reflected his excitement. “So,
what do you want to do today?” His wicked expression displayed some
options they could try.

She responded seriously. “Well, I had
planned on go shopping and run some errands, but that was
before...”

“
What if I go shopping with
you?”

“
That would be great. But are you
sure?” She leisurely stroked her hand across his chest.

Derek scowled at the clock on the
nightstand. “What time is check-out?”

“
Eleven. Why?”

“
Well, you might as well check out and
come home with me. No need to pay another night’s hotel
bill.”

“
What about Jason and Kelly?” She
twisted her hair around her finger.

“
They’re gone for the weekend and
won’t be back until Monday evening.”

“
But you don’t have to spend any more
time with me.” She didn’t know how soon he’d want to get away from
her.

“
I believe I can tolerate you a few
more hours. After all, if you get out of hand, I’ll have Blackbeard
make you walk the plank.”

Running her hand down his cheek, she tickled
him under the chin. “Oh, you know just how to charm a lady.”

“
My charm is only one of my many
virtues.” Rolling off her, Derek rose. “But we’d better get moving,
if we want out of here in the next few minutes.”

She stepped from the bed. “I want to shower
before we leave.”

“
Not enough time. Why don’t you follow
me to my place and you can shower there? I’ll fix breakfast while
you’re in the shower and then we can go shopping from
there.”

He bent and retrieved the clothes they had
dropped the night before. He held her black lace panties up to the
light. “I think these might belong to you. But I don’t remember
seeing them last night.”

Holding her clothes in front of her, Jillian
grabbed for the panties. “You had other things on your mind when
they were exposed to your view.”

He released the panties and grabbed for her
instead. Bringing her into his arms, he drove them back onto the
bed.

Pinned down, she wrapped her arms around his
neck, and brought his head down for a kiss. She couldn’t remember
ever enjoying lying in bed so much. His lips made her tingle all
over, and she snuggled closer.

“
You know, I think this bed has a mind
of its own. It keeps pulling us back to the surface. If we’re not
careful, we’ll never make it out of here alive.” He stood and
yanked her to her feet. “We’d better run for it while we still
can.”

Should he tell her to go home?

The question popped in Derek’s head as he
stood in the middle of his kitchen making breakfast. Jillian,
upstairs in the shower, would be down any minute.

Did he really want her to leave?

The debate with himself made him realize
that getting involved with her wasn’t the smartest thing he’d ever
done. Last night, after listening to her argument about wanted a
child, he hadn’t been thinking with the right part of his anatomy.
He’d wanted her for so long, and then there she was, willing to
give herself to him.

How could he have said no?

He did want a child, someday.

And yes, she would make a good mother.

But if pregnant, would she care who supplied
the sperm? Weren’t they just two people having fun?

Right.

Wrong. If she was pregnant, she’d be
carrying his child.

Even if she did agree to let him play an
active part in their child’s life, there were no guarantees she
wouldn’t change her mind.

This baby would be his and he’d support it
in whatever way he could.

But they had no long-term commitment between
them.

Was that what he wanted?

Derek paused then dropped the bread in the
toaster.

Something clicked. If Jillian had his baby,
they would be in contact for every birthday, Christmas, and every
other holiday for the next eighteen years.

Granted, he worked outside of the States
most of the time. But what happened when he wasn’t? What then?

She could be carrying his child, right now.
As much as the idea thrilled him, he reconsidered his thoughts on
the situation.

“
That bacon smells wonderful. How soon
until breakfast is ready?” She dropped onto a stool, positioned by
the bar between the dining room and kitchen. “I’m
starving.”

“
Shouldn’t be long. All I have left to
do is scramble the eggs. You can set the table. The plates are in
the cabinet over there.” He broke an egg into his mixing
bowl.

“
Who decorated your condo?”

Derek glanced around at the bright white
kitchen cabinets and canary yellow walls. The kitchen, dining room
and living room formed an L shape. In the middle of dining room sat
a white tile table. Small yellow flowers decorated the chairs. The
living room had wicker furniture with green cushions with
yellow-and-white throw pillows. Each room carried a color from its
neighbor to create a bright airy feel.

He hated it.

“
Kelly, with Jason’s help. They picked
out the color scheme and did all the painting. I’m usually not here
so it didn’t matter one way or the other to me.”

“
Are you still spending most of your
time out of the States?”

“
Yes, usually the Middle East. The
company I work for provides accommodations there.”