“I’d forgotten how good you are at that,” she said, pressing her lips to his.
“Christ, luv. We may not make it to the room.”
He felt the elevator slow and pulled her dress down just before the doors opened. With unsteady hands, he opened the hotel room door. Soft, warm light filled the room, but neither noticed their surroundings. They could have been in the middle of Madison Square Garden and they wouldn’t have been aware of anything or anyone but each other.
Impatient hands fumbled with clothes. She yanked off his jacket and after struggling with the buttons on his shirt, jerked it open, scattering studs across the carpet. One slide of the zipper and the dress slithered over her hips into a pool at her feet.
He slowed down long enough to let his eyes take her in. She hadn’t worn a bra and her breasts heaved with breathlessness. A skimpy black thong barely covered her. But it was the sensual way she looked wearing the black-lace garters that had him sucking in his breath. He lifted her chin to stare into her dark eyes.
“You’re magnificent,” he said, kissing her.
He leaned down and caressed her breasts, then pulled a distended peak into his mouth. He moved quickly down her body, urgently in need of tasting her. After unfastening the garters, he tugged off her thong and leaned forward to sip the wetness he could see glistening on her. He plunged his tongue deep inside her, thrilled when she cried out his name in an even more explosive climax than before.
He slid up her body and helped her remove his pants. She stroked him, and he knew he wouldn’t last long with her touching him like that.
“I need a condom,” he whispered.
“In the bag,” she gasped, pointing to the bag from the gift shop.
Fumbling, he tore open the box and grabbing one, quickly sheathed himself.
“I promise to go slow next time,” he whispered and lifted her onto the back of the couch.
“Hurry,” she demanded.
He claimed her mouth and with one smooth move, thrust into her heat. He held her hips as he drove in and out, reveling in her moans and pants. She wrapped her legs around him and rocked up to meet the intensity with which their bodies joined together.
He could feel the tightening of her walls and opened his eyes to watch her face as she came again. He closed his mouth over hers, pulling away only to call out her name when he came, hard and never-ending.
****
Kate splashed water on her face. But no amount of water could remove the slight flush on her face or the smile on her lips. She couldn’t remember feeling this good after making love to Edward over the summer. Of course, they’d been strangers back then. There’d always been a sexual chemistry between them, but this time there was a definite emotional connection that made her feel closer to him, closer than she’d allowed herself to feel toward a man in a long time. She pushed that thought from her mind, not ready to ponder what it meant.
Wearing only the white robe she’d found in the bathroom and her garters, she returned to the bedroom, only to find him closing the door.
“Who was that?” she asked.
He gave her a mischievous smile and held out his hand to her. “The refreshments I ordered were delivered.” He pointed to a tray of fruit and bottle of champagne on the table in front of the couch. Then, he handed her a single red rose.
“It looks like you’ve thought of everything.” She accepted the rose and smelled its beautiful fragrance.
“Not everything.” He nodded at the box of condoms, the contents of which were scattered on the floor.
“I believe in being prepared and besides, this wasn’t planned so I figured between us we’d only have two. Not nearly enough, unless you’ve changed in the past five months.”
“Not when it comes to you, luv.” He gave her a tender kiss.
He poured champagne and they sat on the couch, feeding each other from the fruit platter.
“Will Charles be mad we left the party with barely a goodbye?” she asked.
“I doubt it. He said something about leaving soon himself. Meghan was tired. My guess is the honeymooners wanted some time alone, too.”
“Can’t say I blame them.” She leaned over and pressed her lips to his neck.
He grabbed her legs and pulled them across his lap. Long fingers stroked a lazy path up one leg and then another, stopping when they reached her garter, which she had refastened in the bathroom.
“These are incredibly sexy. Did you wear them tonight for me?” He loosened the tie on her robe so it lay open. Cupping her breasts, he ran his thumb across her nipples, causing her to inhale sharply.
She moistened her lips and felt a tingling run from her stomach, to between her legs, and then down to her toes.
“You should remember I have a thing for sexy underwear.” She swallowed as his hands wandered toward her center. “When I dressed tonight, there may have been a part of me that hoped you would be taking them off…or watching me while I did.”
She stood and threw the robe off. Her eyes never left his as she placed a high-heeled shoe between his legs. She reached down and released the top of the stocking from its restraint. Ever so slowly, she slid the stocking down her leg. The heat of his eyes deepened, the physical evidence of his arousal made clear by the bulge between his legs.
After removing the other stocking, she straddled him, and then ran her hand over his undershirt that never made it off in their earlier haste. “I think you’re a bit overdressed, though.” Grabbing the shirt, she pulled him forward and yanked it over his head.
His broad shoulders led down to a lean, firm torso, and narrow hips. She encircled a nipple with her mouth, gave it a gentle suck, and was rewarded when he shuddered. She moved lower, her hands already sliding down the zipper of his trousers. He sprung free and then used his own hands to pull the pants off.
He stood erect and firm, the tip of him swollen as though begging to be caressed. She licked a finger and ran it along the tip, causing his shaft to jerk forward and her name to escape his lips. She knelt between his legs, gave him a seductive smile, and took him in her mouth. He dragged in a deep breath and wove his fingers through her hair.
His skin was hard and silky smooth. She had to stretch her mouth to take more of him in. Up and down she moved, excited by the passionate look on his face as she drove him closer. She cupped his balls and ran her nails lightly over them.
He thrust his hips up to meet her lips. “That feels good, luv. Don’t stop.”
With his breath fast and harsh, he held onto her shoulders as she sucked him deeper. He cried out her name and exploded in her mouth. He continued to tremble, even when she pulled away to swallow.
Strong arms pulled her into his lap and gave her a deep kiss. “That was incredible. I think you held out on me last time.”
“Maybe you’ve just forgotten.” She snuggled into his neck.
“There’s no way I’d have forgotten that.”
“Well, maybe you hadn’t yet earned it,” she teased, with a playful bite of his neck.
He stood and carried her to the bed. The sheets had been turned down, and he placed her in the center before climbing in himself.
“Now it’s your turn to sit back and enjoy,” he said, pinning her arms behind her head and kissing her.
She relaxed on the soft, cool sheets and sighed. “If you insist.”
With excruciating slowness, his warm mouth journeyed down her body, igniting all the secret places that drove her wild. He hadn’t forgotten what she liked. Edward had always been a generous lover, making sure he satisfied her before giving in to his own pleasure. With him, she’d felt cherished, and tonight was no exception. She writhed against him, savoring the feel of his mouth as he laved her nipples with his tongue before drawing the tight bud inside to suck.
Her breathing became raspy by the time he nipped the inside of her thighs. She lifted her lower body off the bed and quivered with the anticipation of what was to come.
At first he was gentle, slow
ly licking her to near delirium. He brought her close but wouldn’t allow her to tumble over the edge. She thrashed with impatience on the bed.
“You’re killing me here, you know that, right?”
He looked up and gave her a slow grin. “Is it too much for you, luv? Maybe I should start over.”
Faster than a cheetah, he moved up the length of her body to capture her mouth in a deep kiss. Then he started all over again. By the time he reached between her legs, she panted with desperation.
“Please, Edward. Make me come.”
“As you wish.”
He thrust his tongue inside her while caressing her clitoris. With a jerk, her body convulsed in a long and glorious orgasm. She held his head in place as she cried out, pressing her mound to his mouth until she collapsed in a sweaty and boneless heap.
“Are you still alive?” he asked, a cocky grin on his face.
“Barely,” she gasped. “I don’t think I can move until next week sometime.”
“You’re out of practice, luv. We’re not finished yet.”
Sure enough, his erection pressed hard against her. Despite the most exquisite orgasm of her life, fresh stirrings of arousal settled low in her stomach.
She’d barely caught her breath when he pushed inside her, and she was once again on a rollercoaster of sensation. Since it was only fair to drive him just as insane, she rolled on top of him, desire turning up her adrenaline.
“My turn,” she teased. She sat up, locked hands with him and rocked forward, then up and down. Over and over she moved until she could see a muscle twitch in his jaw.
“Kate…” he rasped while trying to catch his breath.
He flipped her over and drove into her again and again, wild thrusts that made every nerve cell tingle with need.
“Faster…harder…oh yeah, that’s it, baby,” she panted.
She was so close.
“Come for me.”
And she did. Wave upon thunderous wave consumed her as she thrust her body to meet his and cried out, bathing him in her sweet essence. She felt him tense, his face lost in his own climax.
Afterward, he rolled them onto their sides, his body still tucked snug inside her. Too breathless to talk and too overwrought with emotion, she cuddled into his chest and enjoyed the feel of his arms until she fell into a deep sleep.
****
Edward awoke slowly and with a feeling of contentment he’d never had before. He looked down at the beautiful woman curled in his arms. With her right leg intertwined with his and an arm possessively on his chest, Kate took his breath away. Hands that pulled her close in his sleep tightened, drawing her even closer.
Last night had been…he searched for the right word…perfect. It had been the culmination of his every fantasy. Kate’s seductive nature satisfied him in ways no other woman ever had. While the sex had been wild and intense over the summer, last night surpassed the passion of their three-week fling. Now, they shared an emotional connection and that made last night all the more special—just like her.
A sense of panic threatened to rise to the surface, as it always did when he worried about getting too close to a woman—not that he’d ever come close. Later, he’d think about what all this meant, but for now he was going to live in the moment and suck every delicious morsel of pleasure out of it.
He shifted and rolled her onto her back. Her wild, sleep-tousled hair lay spread out across the pillow. Full breasts with rose-colored nipples were bared to him. He tore his eyes away from them to slide down lower to her flat stomach and the trim nestle of curls between her legs.
Aroused, he swirled his tongue around a nipple, while his hand made its way toward her lower half. In sleep, her body responded to his touch, and she moved toward him.
He knew the moment she awakened by the change in her breathing and urgent hands that found her way to clasp him. He raised his head to see her studying him through partially hooded eyes.
“Did I wake you?” he asked, rubbing the pad of his finger against her clit. Her quick intake of breath filled the early morning silence.
“Yes, and now that you have, what are you going to do about it?” Her smile was lazy and seductive.
She stroked him quicker and harder, making it difficult to breathe and bringing him so close to exploding.
“I think there’s only one thing we can do.”
In one quick and certain move, he thrust slow and deep within her. She was already wet and hungry for him, and he savored the feel of her, tight and hot, as he pulled out with agonizing slowness and then plunged in to fill her completely.
Last night had been all about heat and passion, each desperate to give and be taken. The early morning was about unhurried sweetness. She tightened around him and it took all his control to wait for her to come. He didn’t have to wait long. She grabbed his hips and rocked quicker against him. He matched her pace and when she cried out, he tumbled over the edge with her.
They fell back to sleep and it didn’t awaken until almost nine.
“Why don’t I call down for room service and then warm up the shower?” Edward said, slipping out of bed.
“Make sure you order enough. All this exercise has made me ravenous.”
Him too, but for more than just food.
Thirty minutes later he emerged from the bathroom, a towel draped around his hips and a smile across his face. He couldn’t remember a night—or morning—when he’d had so much sex.
The ringing of the hotel room phone startled him. Who would be calling, he wondered, as he picked up the handset.
“Edward, it’s Kyle. I’m sorry to bother you, but it’s an emergency.”
Kyle’s sound of distress caused a sudden drop in Edward’s good mood. “What’s happened?”
“We’ve been trying to reach you and Kate since early this morning,” Kyle said.
“My mobile is on vibrate. What’s going on?” Edward said, a little more impatiently than before.
“Charles took Meghan to the hospital. She experienced some mild cramps and light bleeding during the night.”
Edward’s heart lurched with the need to get to his brother. “Is she all right? What about the babies?”
“At the moment, they’re all okay. The bleeding has stopped and she’s connected to a fetal monitor.”
“And my brother?”
“He’s pretty much a wreck. That’s why I’ve been trying to reach you and Kate.”
“Tell me which hospital and we’ll meet you there.”
“St. Luke’s.”
Disconnecting, Edward went to break the news to Kate. He didn’t pray often, and it surprised him that he found himself saying a silent prayer that Meghan and the twins would be safe and that his brother could deal with it if something happened to any one of them.
Chapter Fifteen
Kate tapped her foot while waiting for the elevator to stop at the nineteenth floor. Figures they’d pick a car that stopped on almost every floor. At this rate, they wouldn’t make it to Meghan’s room until the twins were born.
She hurried out the instant the doors slid open and almost ran into Kyle, who was waiting for them.
“How are they?” Kate asked.
“They’re stable. It’s the seventh room on the right,” Kyle said. He reached the doorway before her, pausing before she could burst through it. He raised an index finger to his lips. “She may be sleeping.”
They crept into the room. Meghan lay on the bed, a fetal monitor strapped across her stomach. Charles stretched alongside her, his hand resting on the part of her stomach not covered by the belt of the monitor. From the low murmurs Kate heard, they appeared to be talking quietly.
“Is it okay if we come in?” Kyle whispered.
“Ky, of course, come here.” Meghan looked behind her brother at Kate and Edward. “I’m sorry. I tried to stop him from getting you both. You can see how little clout I have when I’m restrained.”
“Nonsense. We came as soon as we heard,” Kate said, le
aning over to kiss her.
“How are you feeling?” Edward asked, coming around the side where Charles now stood.
“The girls are good. Their heartbeat is strong and we even saw them on the ultrasound,” Meghan said.
“Girls?” Kate practically shouted.
“Yes, twin girls. Fraternal, but both female,” Charles added.
“And does the doctor think everything will be all right with them?” Edward asked.
“The cramping seems to have stopped—at least I haven’t felt anything since I woke up. That’s a good sign.”
“Her doctor will stop by this morning. The resident on call last night thought things were fine, although they’ll probably want to monitor all three of them today,” Charles said.
“Do they know what caused the bleeding?” Kate asked.
“A little too much dancing last night,” Meghan said.
At that moment, an aid came in with a breakfast tray.
Meghan glanced at Edward. “Why don’t you take Charles down to the cafeteria for something to eat? Kate and Kyle will keep me company.”
“What if the doctor comes?” Charles said, clearly not wanting to leave her side.
“Then I’ll call your cell phone or have you paged,” Meghan said.
“It looks like she’s kicking you out, mate,” Edward said and put a reassuring hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We won’t be long.”
****
Edward led a clearly disheveled Charles to the hospital cafeteria and into a chair. He didn’t look up, even when Edward put a cup of coffee and a buttered bagel in front of him.
“Come, you need to eat if you’re going to be of any help to Meghan. She’s going to need you strong,” Edward said, pushing the food closer toward his brother.
“What?” Charles said, surprised to see the food in front of him. “Oh, right.” He picked up the coffee, took a sip and grimaced.
“It’s pretty nasty, but it will wake you up,” Edward said.
“And possibly keep me up for the rest of my life,” Charles replied.
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