“Liza, you aren’t on—”
“I want it.”
Her words register, filling my head with a vision of her belly swollen with my baby—our baby—and I lose control.
Head thrown back, muscles and tendons tight to the point of snapping, I come so hard it feels like there’s an earthquake.
I collapse on her, and she holds me tight. “Thank you,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss over a corner of my lips. “You left me a possible present, Dominic.” She wraps her small hand around my wrist. “For that, I can’t thank you enough.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Elizabeth
“Come on, sleeping beauty. Time to get up and eat.”
Hiding a smile, I burrow deeper under the covers. It’s after ten, but I’m too pleasantly sore and languid to get out of bed.
“Come on, now… Can’t you smell it?”
I can sense Dominic move something left to right, then back over and over again near my head. I sniff, get a whiff of fresh coffee.
“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. King,” I mumble, still not quite ready to give up the warm, comfy bed to go downstairs.
“Not as hard as you, Ms. Pryce-Reed.” He kisses my temple. “I brought you breakfast. All you have to do is sit up.”
“Ah…you know how to tempt a woman.”
“I know exactly what you like.” His voice gains a lascivious edge. “Don’t dawdle…or I’ll distract you until the coffee goes cold.”
I giggle, then sit up, pulling the sheet to cover my breasts. “You kept me up half the night, which is why I’m trying to get extra sleep.” My attempt at primness fails when another fresh giggle bubbles in my throat at his affronted look.
“Half? It was at least three-quarters.”
Snorting, I take the mug from his hand and take a good mouthful. Ahhh… This is amazing. “The elixir of life.”
He settles next to me on the bed and places a tray over my lap. “Here.”
“Pancakes and waffles! Yay!” I give him a wide grin. “Did we run out of bagels?”
“I thought you might like some variety.”
I take a small bite of the fluffy pancakes. They’re so moist and cloud-soft, I close my eyes to savor the taste. “Amazing.”
“I know.”
“Is there anything you can’t do? You’re great at cooking, make oodles of money and are fantastic in bed.”
His grin widens. Did his chest puff out? The headset in his helicopter may not fit anymore.
“I don’t know about the first two, but I wholeheartedly agree about the sex. It’s hotter and better.” He licks a drop of syrup from my lips, and just like that, I’m wet again.
And my insidious mind whispers, Of course he’s fantastic in bed…hotter and better. He’s had loads of experience in the last ten years. Did you see all the gorgeous women he was linked to?
“I’m t
rying to eat here,” I joke, spearing another piece of pancake and doing my best to push away the jealousy and pain unfurling in my heart.
I shouldn’t hold that against him. It’s unreasonable to expect a man in his prime to abstain for a decade. Dominic and I weren’t engaged or anything. Of course he dated other women.