Steele 05 - Irresistible Forces

without opening her eyes. Instead she leaned back farther and angled her head in such a way that his lips could explore her more. Now he was kissing her cheek, the fine line of her jaw.
    “As much time as we want. Martin has arrived with the plane but we fly out when I say we do.”
    She opened her eyes knowing just what that meant. They wanted each other again. Hadn’t gotten enough. And before leaving they would make time.
    She slowly turned in his arms and their gazes met. No further words were needed. There was nothing left to be said. After today there would be no reason for them to come together like this.
    But today. For now. There was a reason. One that was old as time and as primal as mankind. And they would share it…one last time.
    He began taking slow steps backward and she followed, not that she had a choice, with his arms still around her waist. She thought of all the things they had shared, all those different positions they had tried and those others he had thrown in—had introduced her to—for good measure. Over the past seven days she had definitely become sexually educated. Had graduated a star pupil.
    Now she intended to put that education to work.
    “I want to taste you all over, Dominic,” she whispered, just inches from his lips. “And then I plan to ride you until you say you’ve had enough.”
    “I’ll never say it’s enough,” he murmured back hotly, taking his tongue and flicking it out to moisten her lips.
    “We’ll see.” And then she pushed him back on the bed and began going after him with a hunger and urgency that surprised even her. She pulled off his clothes, actually sent buttons flying in her haste and then she shifted to remove her own clothing. When they were both naked she went after his mouth, pressing hers to his, sinking her fingers into his scalp.
    Three hours later when exhaustion finally claimed the two of them, he admitted it was all he could handle in one day, but had been quick to say it still wasn’t enough.
    * * *
    “So, do you think you’re pregnant?”
    Taylor pondered Vanessa’s question before opening her mouth to speak. Then without saying anything she closed it. Vanessa, who was sitting across the table from her, lifted a brow. “Well?”
    The two had made plans to meet for lunch when Vanessa had called earlier in the week to say she would be flying to D.C. to attend a three-day seminar hosted by the Public Relations Society of America.
    Taylor smiled. Vanessa had a way of getting any information out of you by doing something called “digging in.” It was better to go ahead and give her an answer without subjecting yourself to such torture. “Yes, I know I’m pregnant.”
    Vanessa blinked. She knew that Taylor hadn’t been back from her island rendezvous a full week yet. “You skipped a period already?”
    “No, not yet, but I don’t need that to confirm what I already know.” She didn’t add that Dominic had been too thorough for her not to be pregnant.
    Dominic.
    Had it been only five days since she had seen him last? Five days since he had kissed her when he had dropped her off at the Reagan National Airport before continuing his flight to Los Angeles to visit his parents? Five long miserable days where her body seemed to be going through some form of sexual withdrawal when she would wake up during the night to reach for him and he wasn’t there?
    Vanessa slanted her a look. “For you to be so sure of something like that means Dominic Saxon is one hell of a potent individual or that he was pretty good at what you wanted him to do.”
    Taylor could only smile again. “Both. Enough about me and Dominic. How are things going with the wedding?”
    For the next thirty or so minutes over lunch she listened while her sister told her how the wedding plans were coming and how Vanessa’s best friend, Sienna, had been hired to remodel Cameron’s home in Charlotte, the house where the couple would be living. Because Cameron’s business took him just about anywhere in the world, he had homes in other places, as well, including a beautiful one next door to Cheyenne’s in Jamaica.
    “And you are coming home to Marcus’s high school graduation in a couple of weeks, aren’t you?” Vanessa interrupted her thoughts by asking.
    “I wouldn’t miss it.” What she wouldn’t say, because of the promise she had made to Cheyenne, was that Vanessa would find out in two weeks that she would be an aunt twice over. It was a definite that