Steele 05 - Irresistible Forces

it. He was wearing a dark gray suit and white shirt and looked gorgeous as ever. “Would you like something to drink?”
    “What do you have?”
    “Whatever you want.” Too late she realized how that may have sounded.
    He chuckled softly. “In that case, a glass of wine would be nice.”
    “No problem. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right back.” She headed toward the kitchen but couldn’t help glancing over her shoulder and saw that he was removing his jacket, exposing those broad shoulders she remembered so well.
    A tingling sensation flowed through her as she recalled a number of other things, and they were things she wished she wouldn’t remember right now. Her body was heated enough already.
    Once she got to the kitchen she let out a deep breath. The sexual chemistry they’d shared hadn’t been just confined to the island. It was here in her apartment. She’d felt it the moment she opened the door and saw him standing there. There was no way he hadn’t felt it, too.
    With nervous hands she poured him a glass of wine and poured a glass of apple juice for herself. “I can do this,” she murmured softly before leaving her kitchen.
    He was standing by the window, looking at the beautiful view of the Potomac and turned when he heard her enter the room. His gaze met hers and she actually saw the heated lust in his eyes. Suddenly, she felt hotter than before and could actually feel dampness form on her forehead. With all the strength she could muster, she made it across the room to him without dropping the glasses out of her hand.
    “Here you are. I hope I wasn’t too long.”
    He smiled before taking the glass from her trembling hand. “No, you weren’t.”
    Their fingers touched and she felt a sizzling sensation all the way to her toes. All she had to do was reconnect with his gaze to know he’d felt it, as well. Thinking the cold apple juice would certainly cool her off, she quickly took a sip. It didn’t do any good. Heat was still trickling through her.
    “So how have you been feeling?” he asked, breaking into the silence that had surrounded them.
    “I’ve been fine. Busy as usual. I had a lot to catch up on when I got back.”
    “So did I.”
    “The stock market has looked good for the past couple of weeks,” she said, leading him over to the sofa to sit down. He sat on one end and she on the other.
    “Yes, I saw that.”
    The room plunged back into silence and she began racking her brain for something else to say. She thought about a recent news article and brought it up. He made a comment or two and that was it. Deciding she was dragging things out for no reason at all she said, “I’m sure you have a lot to do this evening, so if you want we can find out if I’m pregnant or not right now.”
    “I don’t have anything to do this evening,” he said smoothly. “Do you feel pregnant?”
    A smile touched her lips. “If you’re asking if I’ve had morning sickness or anything like that, then the answer is no. I feel wonderful. But I have missed my period by a few days.”
    “Oh.”
    Too late she wondered if she had said too much, then decided no, she hadn’t. While on the island they had talked about a number of things, personal things regarding changes that would take place to her body once she became pregnant. She had felt comfortable discussing them with him then and there was no reason she shouldn’t feel at ease talking about them with him now. Although most of the time they had held the discussions while both of them had been wrapped in each other’s arms, naked and satiated after having just made love.
    “What about your breasts?”
    Desire sparked in the center of her, right below the waist, between the legs. “What about them?” she asked softly.
    He took a sip of wine before leaning forward. “Are they tender? You said that would be one sure-tell sign.”
    Yes, she had said that. “Ah, yes. They are somewhat tender.”
    “I see.”
    He was staring at her, more specifically her breasts. They had definitely become the subject of his intense assessment. A part of her wanted to take her hands and cover them, not that he could see anything through her blouse. But then she felt her nipples harden and didn’t have to glance down at herself to know that he probably saw how the tips were pressed against her blouse.
    She quickly got to her feet, feeling somewhat shaky and still feeling hot. “I-I’ll go in and do the test now.”
    He got to his feet, as