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Nick’s heart pumped furiously, the blood pounding in his head.
He became aware of the chandelier blazing above them, of the backdrop of arched windows illuminating them to the deserted garden outside.
Scooping her off her feet, he headed past the closed doors of Jilly’s rooms to his suite beyond. He kicked the door shut, and four long strides took him to the king-size bed with its pile of casually arranged pillows. Muted light pooled from the two bedside lamps, warming the dull gold cover. He let her slide down his torso onto the bed with excruciating slowness, tormenting him, prolonging the pleasure. By now he was shaking inside, the desire he’d been suppressing spilling over.
“God, but you’re beautiful.”
With the straps already half-down her arms, and the bodice open, Nick pushed the dress over her hips. Underneath she wore tiny lace panties. Those went next. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, he yanked it—still buttoned—hurriedly over his head. Undoing his belt, then his pants, he shucked them off. They landed in a heap on the carpet.
Then he followed her down onto the bed among the mountain of dull gold and black cushions.
Her skin was pale and creamy. Luscious. He touched her with a trembling hand. So soft. So warm. Impatience clawed at him. He stroked her, his fingertips exploring the rise of her breasts, the valley between, the flat plain of her stomach. Driven by increasing desperation, he sought out the sweetest, most responsive spots.
By the time his hand found the moist skin between her inner thighs, she was damp and superbly responsive. He slid two fingers into the moist channel. Her hips came off the bed, and Nick almost came apart.
He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t wait…
There was a moment when he thought about the new pack of condoms in his bedside drawer, then he abandoned it. What did it matter if he impregnated her? He was going to marry her. Nick wasn’t conscious of making the decision—he simply knew that it was the right one.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, drawing his fingers out. She shuddered, her hips undulating. “I can’t wait.”
Nick shifted over her, covering her.
“Are you okay? I’m not too heavy?” He caught a glimpse of her incandescent silver eyes as she shook her head forcefully, her hair whipping around her face.
Then her legs tangled with his for a moment before they parted, granting him the access he’d only fantasized about before. He pressed into the space, his heart thundering.
She’d borne his child.
“Take me,” she murmured.
All thought dissolved as her hands slid into the tight space between them and closed around the length of him.
Nick gritted his teeth. “I can’t hold back.”
Surging forward, the blunt length of him pushed into her readied softness. Nick fought against the strength of the sensations that shook him as her heat swallowed him; he fought to hold on, to give her time to catch up.
“I’ve never been this hot,” he whispered, and licked the soft skin behind her ear.
She arched up beneath him and gasped.
Nick clutched her butt**ocks and drove deeper. Pleasure ripped through him.
One. Two. Three thrusts.
Candace gasped again and flung her head back.
It was enough to send Nick spinning into oblivion. He shot deep inside her womb, where his child had lain, and then the passion and heat consumed them both.
Nothing had ever felt more right to Nick.
Candace opened her eyes—and the sight of the dark gold bedcover caused her to freeze. She didn’t need the shafts of sunbeams or the sinking sensation in her stomach to tell her she’d fallen asleep in Nick Valentine’s bed.
She jerked fully awake.
Jennie…did Jennie need her?
Then she remembered. Jennie was spending the night with Nick’s sister. She rolled over, and gazed straight into Nick’s lazy eyes.
“Hello,” he said softly.
His hand came up and brushed a strand of hair off her cheek. She managed not to flinch as heat arced through her. Shifting, her legs brushed against his naked ones beneath the sheets.
A fiery tide of embarrassment swept over her. Candace swallowed and anchored the silk sheet under her arms so that it wouldn’t shift. “This is so awkward.”
“Why?” His lips curved up. “Don’t feel that away. After all, we have a daughter—this should’ve happened a long time ago. We’ve done things the wrong way around.”
Oh, help!
A tender, teasing Nick Valentine was more than she could handle. How could she ever have thought those beautiful indigo eyes remote and inscrutable? The warmth and fire and emotion that filled them now tore at her heart.
She remembered how his passion had grown to a strange, very moving desperation last night.
