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And Jenny was still his wife. By law they remained married, with all the rights that gave an individual—even in these days when marriages could be dissolved so easily. Was he really going to let that go so easily now, when there was a baby on the way?
True, she might grow strong and well here on Pantelleria, and true, they might fabricate such a wonderful explanation about why she was pregnant with his baby that no one would ever bother them again. But even if this latter and extremely unlikely scenario occurred—where did that leave him?
On the sidelines, that was where. While Jenny would go on to give birth and, sooner or later, another man would fall for her pale blonde beauty and her quirky character and her particular talents—and then what?
He would be relegated to weekends, and then to less and less contact with the child. And why not? He would never have lived properly with its mother—so why should he expect the child to love him?
An unbearable pain caught him unawares. It churned in his guts and twisted in his heart.
At that moment he saw Jenny slide her leg up to bend her knee, and he knew that he still held a powerful weapon. Could he not work on her desire for him and tie her to him with that, even if that was as far as it went?
He lifted the sunglasses from his eyes and put them on the ground as the sun glinted off the pale flesh of her thigh.
‘You’ll burn,’ he said thickly.
She heard the note in his voice and knew what it meant. She knew that she had a choice. She could either thank him for his concern and go up to her room and cover herself from head to toe in Factor 20, or…
She shut her eyes. ‘Do you want to cream me up?’ she murmured.
Her words made him so aroused that for a moment he wondered if he had dreamt them. But the languid pose she was holding told him that she had said them and meant them.
He noticed that she had her eyes closed, and that amused him as he moved slowly towards her. Was she trying to block out the sight of an erection which felt as hard as a rock against his belly?
He kneeled down beside her and squeezed a dollop of cream into the palm of his hand.
‘Turn over,’ he commanded.
She wriggled onto her stomach and, starting with her back, he loosened her inhibitions, unclipping her top and massaging the cool cream into her baking skin.
‘Now lie on your back,’ he instructed huskily.
Jennifer tensed as he peeled down her bikini top, and she nearly passed out with pleasure as he began to circle the palm of his hand over one hard globe, marvelling at the new and intricate tracing of blue veins there.
The cream felt deliciously cold, and Jennifer squirmed as her nipple peaked against his hand. ‘Oh!’
But Matteo said nothing, for he sensed that words might shatter the highly charged atmosphere of erotic desire. He began to work on the other breast instead, hearing her gasp and seeing her squirm as he let his fingertips slowly glide down over the swell of her belly.
It was like being on familiar territory but discovering a whole new landscape. Like finding that a lush orchard had grown on a piece of previously barren land.
Wonder made him momentarily break his vow of silence. ‘Madre de Dio!’ he whispered, and pulled down her bikini bottoms, sliding his finger to her wet, warm heat and hearing her gasp again, only sharper this time.
He began to kiss her until she moaned in an unspoken plea and he kicked off his shorts, carefully lowering himself on top of her so that they were properly naked at last. Her arms encircled his neck and Matteo buried his face in her soft neck and sighed. like a man who had come home.
They stayed like that until he lifted his head at last, tracing her mouth with his fingertip. ‘I don’t how I’m supposed
to do it with a pregnant woman,’ he murmured.
‘You?’ Her voice was slumberous as she smiled. ‘Just do what you normally do.’
‘But I don’t want to hurt you. Or the baby.’
Matt could hurt her in a million different ways, but never like this. ‘Just do it,’ she urged. ‘Let go.’
He reached down to find that she was soaking wet, and with a sigh of exquisite relief he thrust inside her. He began to move, slowly at first, teasing her and teasing her and teasing her. Enjoying the luxury of a long coupling—but it was never going to be long enough. He could barely wait for her to orgasm, but somehow he managed it—and then he let his own happen, in glorious golden waves which just kept on rocking him.
It seemed to take for ever to come back to earth, and when he did he lifted his head to look down at her, inordinately pleased at the dreamy smile of pleasure which curved her mouth.
‘Jenny?’ he whispered.
