I just blink at him, having a hard time following the sudden shift in subject. “Special?”
“I asked Mandy to come over and watch the baby for the night. I told her she could use the guest wing. So…we’ve got the house all to ourselves for a while.”
It takes me a minute to figure out what he means. Then it hits me. The last time I went to the doctor, she told me I could—well, “engage in sexual intercourse” was how she put it. That was almost a week ago. Nick and I discussed it briefly, but I’ve been so tired, and he’s been busy. Apparently he didn’t forget about it, though.
A warmth moves through me that I haven’t felt for a long time. Suddenly just looking at him makes me want to crawl inside his clothes and have my way with him. But I give him an arched eyebrow and a tilted look. “So you made me dinner because you wanted to get me into bed?”
His expression becomes carefully neutral. “Not necessarily. I mean…I just thought…” He trails off. I find it terribly amusing that he’s working so hard not to upset me. Endearing, even.
“Well,” I say sharply, “you shouldn’t have bothered.”
I take a tight step toward him, giving him the darkest glare I can summon. He takes an automatic step back, and it’s all I can do not to laugh. Mafia boss Nick Angelino, backing away in fear from little ol’ me.
“You shouldn’t have bothered,” I continue, “because honestly, Nick, all you had to do was ask.”
He stares at me for a second, as if he’s not sure he heard me right. Then the grin comes back, and he leans forward and gives me a firm kiss. “You had me going there for a second, Sarah.”
I grin back. “Good.”
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The meal is wonderful, but I can barely concentrate on it. It’s so strange having the baby out of sight—I haven’t really left him anywhere for any amount of time since he was born. Mandy’s just in the guest wing, though, and there’s an intercom, so if she needs anything, we’ll know right away.
Although Nicky’s on my mind, that’s not even the main reason I can’t focus on the delicious chicken Parmesan on my plate. No, Nicky’s father is filling up my thoughts. I can’t think about much of anything but getting his clothes off him, getting him inside me. It’s been a long time, and it’s such a relief to know that, yes, I can have those feelings again. I was beginning to wonder if my desire would ever come back.
“I made dessert, too,” he says, starting to get up from the table to fetch it, but I reach over and grab his arm.
“No.”
“No? I’ve never known you to say no to dessert.”
My fingers tighten on him. “Ask me again later. Right now all I want is you.”
I’ve barely gotten the words out before he swoops me up into his arms and heads upstairs.
He lays me down on the bed, and suddenly I’m nervous. I’ve got stretch marks and all the unpleasant things that happen to your body when you have a baby. He starts kissing me, though, stretching out half over me, and it’s easy to forget I’m supposed to be self-conscious. Instead I’m just melting.
Nick’s mouth is hot and insistent, and I reach up to grasp his shoulders, comb my fingers through his hair as he explores my mouth. It feels good, being treated like a woman again instead of just a mother. It’s taken time to learn that new role, and now it’ll take some time to relearn the old one, I suppose.
Maybe not that much time, after all. My hips rise against Nick’s body as he moves over me. Pulling up my top, he buries his face in my belly then between my breasts as he unfastens my bra.
My breasts swell out, bigger than they were before, swollen from the pregnancy and now with milk. I fed the baby right before dinner, so they don’t hurt, at least, but I’m worried about how Nick will react. I just watch him, fighting the urge to cover myself.
His mouth latches to me, and he nips at me gently. My nipples are so sensitive that just his tongue laving them has molten need pouring through my body. He seems to realize how lit up I’ve become, and starts playing with my other nipple with his fingers. Then his free hand slips down my belly, stroking my lower abdomen then the insides of my thighs.
I open to him, suddenly not nervous at all—just wanting. I feel my pussy flooding with wetness, ready for him. I’m achy in a way I’ve never been before, but it’s not really pain. Just a pulsing, throbbing sensation as my pussy swells, desperate for his touch.
He doesn’t touch me, though. He just teases me, for a long time. My body is shivering, my hips pulsing, the insides of my thighs quaking. I’m right on the edge of the cliff; the slightest touch could toss me over. But somehow Nick just holds me there, teetering.