‘Please don’t stop,’ she begged.
Pierre lowered his head and gently suckled on her nipple. This was dangerous territory. No contraception and, worse, he was tempted to trust in fate. It wasn’t going to do. Fate had a nasty habit of backfiring and what would he do if a moment’s passion resulted in a pregnancy?
He had a fleeting vision of a tiny blonde-haired green-eyed toddler and swept the thought aside as quickly as it had arrived.
Sex was one thing. Reality was something entirely different.
‘There are other ways of being satisfied,’ he murmured, ‘and it will make the next time all the better for having waited.’
His hand strayed down and he touched her again, proving his point.
Their love-making was slow and languorous and took them into the early hours of the morning. Somewhere along the line, lying in the dark, they talked about Didi and, in between, about their own childhood experiences.
Okay. He admitted that it wasn’t the kind of conversation he usually had in bed with a woman, but he had virtually grown up with this one, in a manner of speaking. Anyway, they were bound to discuss Didi at some point considering she was virtually the reason they had ended up in bed together, and the progression from Didi to other related family matters was hardly surprising, especially when they were in bed, her head resting in the crook of his arm and his hand lightly playing with her soft nipple.
Of the future nothing was said. The sexual relationship that she had adamantly refused to have was now a given. When, sleepily, she asked him what Didi would think if she woke up to find him absent, he simply shrugged and rolled on his side to face her.
‘She’s probably been surprised that I haven’t stayed the night here before,’ he told her dryly. ‘She’ll be thrilled.’
‘Not too thrilled, I hope,’ Georgie said, tentatively treading on thin ice. ‘We wouldn’t want her believing that wedding bells are just around the corner, would we?’#p#分页标题#e##p#分页标题#e#
‘Lord, no.’ Pierre could feel, again, the uneasy step of fate waiting round the corner with a bagful of nasty surprises. Not worth thinking about. ‘But, sweetheart…’ he pushed his thigh between hers and began moving it slowly until she was squirming against him and giving soft little grunts of pleasure ‘…this is for real. No more pretending to convince my mother that we’re an item. When I touch you in front of her…’ he paused and Georgie wriggled on his thigh, loving the friction of his muscle against her wet, aroused femininity ‘…it will be for real. Everything will be so much easier.’
Georgie heard the rider in the statement and closed her eyes on a sigh.
So much easier not to pretend, so much easier to tell the truth when the break-up happens. All round the perfect solution and incredible sex in the bargain.
She couldn’t think of any of that, not just now when she could feel her body building up to the steady rhythm, like a wave rising to its peak.
Besides, she was an optimist and who knew what tomorrow would bring?
CHAPTER NINE
IT BROUGHT more than Georgie had ever expected. Instead of the run-up to Christmas being the usual routine of shopping for presents for close friends, putting up her Christmas tree on her own with her Christmas carol CD blaring in the background and after-work parties where wine played a very big part, this time Pierre was around.
Georgie didn’t like to ask him about work, just in case he remembered where he had mislaid it. The fact was she could never have imagined that he was capable of being as relaxed as he was. If he was, indeed, beavering away behind the scenes on his computer, then he was being extremely efficient at hiding the fact because they were together most days and only twice had she seen him take calls on his mobile. Unavoidable, he had apologised.
This, Georgie assumed, was the carefree period Pierre had mentioned, the one during which they could enjoy each other before, for him at least, those twin curses of familiarity and contempt set in and he became restless, eager to move on to other pastures.
Although the weather was not conducive to seeing the countryside at its best, they still did a lot of touristy stuff. Georgie was appalled at how unfamiliar he was with the surroundings in which he had spent his childhood, until he reminded her that the better part of his childhood was spent in the confines of a boarding school.
‘Which suited me perfectly,’ he was at pains to assure her. ‘An only child is a lonely child. I was surrounded by kids my own age. It couldn’t have been better, especially considering Charlie and Didi spent most of their waking hours trying to make a go of the farm.’