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“It’s the curse,” Leandra whispers, guilt staining her tone like red wine on a brand new white tablecloth. “I should have told you sooner.”
“The curse doesn’t feel like a curse.” I drink in her sweet, lovely, lilac scent, and the even sweeter, darker, scent that is all her. Her desire for me. Her arousal. Her body’s evidence of her want, her need. For me. It’s enough to make me see stars.
“Well, it’s supposed to be a good curse, remember, but maybe that’s all it is. Maybe that would explain the inexplicable connection, the one night stand neither of us ever did, the uh- well- the very slim chances of pregnancy occurring. It would explain how you found me when I didn’t want to be found. Me giving you a second chance after those flowers. How much my family likes you.”
“Or maybe we just had a good connection. There’s a first time for everything. Surprises do happen, even against the odds. And- I’m glad they do. I’m- I’m happy that I’m going to be a dad. I truly am. Terrified, but happy.”
“Surprises…” she echoes, her voice soft, tinged with disbelief and her own deep happiness, which might also be a surprise to her. “Speaking of surprises, I have a doctor appointment on Wednesday. I took the day off. I understand if you can’t make it, it’s just a preliminary thing anyway-”
“I’ll make it.”
Her fingers rake through my hair, tugging my face up. She grasps my chin and pulls me into her so hard that I stumble and bang my hips into the piano. She giggles and I grunt, because it didn’t actually hurt, it just made a loud echo, and then our mouths crash together. She kisses me hard, like she wants to crawl inside of me and live there, and I kiss her with equal fervor.
I can’t very well do this to her on a piano in my living room. I mean, I very well could, but I’d like this to be special. I want to take my time this time. Yes, we’ve done this before. A few times. More than a few times, but we were strangers in the dark. No names. No faces. Too hurried. Too frenzied. Too heated. I want to slow this one down. Take my time. Let her know what she already means to me.
After I scoop Leandra off the piano and cradle her in my arms, we end up fumbling, licking, kissing, and touching our way up the stairs to my room. This time, the lights stay off too, but this time, there is plenty of daylight streaming in through the blinds. They’re those fancy gauzy things that somehow allow the world in while maintaining privacy. Also, my house is bloody tall and there’s no other windows angled into my bedroom. The blinds were unnecessary, but I had a crazy blinds lady (she actually called herself that, like a crazy cat lady, but with blinds) who came when I bought the place. She insisted that window treatments are the most vital part of the house, more vital than the foundation even. While I don’t know if I can get on board with that theory, I can indeed agree, right now, that they are vital for privacy and right now, that might be more important to me than my house’s foundation. My brain isn’t all that rational at the moment.
Especially not when Leandra faces me, reaches behind her back, and with mad skill, pulls down the zipper of her gold, shimmery dress. She works her arms free and it falls to the floor in seemingly slow motion, a gold puddle shimmering at her feet.
My mouth drops when I get treated to the sight of her creamy skin, her glorious body, and the matching black lace bra to her sensual panties. She shivers, but doesn’t wrap her arms around herself. I realize I’m staring, but how can I not stare at all that beauty? She’s a land, a land to discover, a rich, incredible land of fantasy and fable. My eyes drop down to her stomach, which is flat and toned, and I’m in awe that there, in the miracle that is her body, she’s carrying our child.
“Will you come here and kiss me? I’m staring to think it was premature to strip off my dress.” She swallows loudly, but she smiles at me through her nerves.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare at you like a creeper.”
“That’s alright.”
“Will you take it as a compliment? That the minute I look at you, I’m struck dumb and lose all fine motor function? And all other functions?”
She giggles. “Hopefully not the ability to breathe.”
“I can barely manage it.”
“Come here then. I’ll help you. Give you mouth to mouth or whatever you need to revive.”
“I most definitely need mouth to mouth.”
