Steele 05 - Irresistible Forces

want to think just how explosive the real thing would be. If his aim had been to prep her for tonight then he had succeeded—she was set on go. In fact, she’d been ready for Dominic ever since he had agreed to this week.
    The ache returned to her body just picturing him standing naked in the shower under a spray of water. She’d gotten a glimpse of his chest, more than a glimpse actually. Before she had left the bedroom, he had pulled her in his arms, letting her taste the essence of herself off his lips. Her naked breasts had pressed against his bare chest, and the contact had nearly given her another orgasm. She had a history of being someone not prone to climax easily. In fact, usually it would take a while for any man to light her fire to the degree where she would want to make love more than once in one night.
    Deciding she needed to sit down and relax she dropped down on the sofa and then out of curiosity, she picked up the book Dominic had pulled out of the gift bag earlier. Her eyes widened at each page. She hadn’t known there were so many positions a couple could use. Not surprisingly, it said the best position to conceive was man on top. It didn’t take much to fantasize about Dominic on top of her in bed, inside her body and…
    She stood up and tossed the book on the table, deciding she’d imagined enough for now. She needed to take her mind off things, namely sex and Dominic. After he finished his shower, she would take hers, and then they would get ready for dinner, which would be delivered to their room at exactly six o’clock. Once dinner arrived their night of initiating conception would begin. Lord, she hoped they made it through dinner because they would need all their strength for later.
    One way to get her mind off Dominic, she decided, would be to call Vanessa and talk to her for a short minute. She had spent time with her sisters while home getting fitted for the bridesmaids’ dresses. It didn’t go unnoticed by her that Cheyenne wasn’t as talkative as she usually was and looked a little on the thin side. Not that her sister’s perfect model figure still didn’t look to die for. Vanessa had picked up on it, too, and had pulled her to the side and asked her if she knew what was wrong with their baby sister. She didn’t have a clue then and didn’t have one now. As far as they knew it couldn’t be man trouble since Cheyenne didn’t have a steady beau.
    Crossing the room, Taylor pulled her mobile phone from her purse and clicked on Vanessa’s number. She smiled when Cameron answered. That, she noticed, was becoming a norm. “Hi, Cameron, is Vanessa around?”
    “Yes. Hold on.”
    Moments later her sister came on the line. “Taylor, are you okay?”
    Taylor lifted a brow. Vanessa sounded breathless, like someone who had run a marathon. Or someone who had just finished making love.
    “Yes, I’m okay. Sounds like you’re okay, as well,” she couldn’t help but say. She knew if she was there she would see a huge blush on her sister’s face.
    Vanessa gave a shaky laugh and said, “Well, yeah, I’m okay. Cameron is here.”
    “So I notice. Am I interrupting anything?”
    There was a pause and then. “No, I’m fine. Cameron just went into the kitchen. He’s going to do the cooking tonight. I was hoping you would call. How are things going?”
    “Fine. I arrived here around eleven o’clock today and Dominic got here around two. We’ve taken a walk on the beach.”
    “That’s all?”
    She shook her head. Her sister had turned into a regular little miss hot pants since hooking up with Cameron. Vanessa figured just because she spent most of her free time in bed that everyone else should do the same. “Yes, that’s all. We don’t want to rush anything. We have all week.”
    “Nothing like getting a head start. The more you do it, the better your chances of getting pregnant, right?”
    “Right, but it only takes one good time and according to the doctor I’m all set. I took my temperature early and now’s the time. He said it’s important for me to make love a day or two before I ovulate and then the day of.”
    “That sounds so technical. Just roll with the flow.”
    Taylor smiled. “Have you heard from Cheyenne?”
    “No. Have you?”
    “No.”
    “Really, Taylor, I’m worried about her. She looked somewhat under the weather when she was here a few weeks ago. I called last night but got her machine. I told her to call me back but so far she