with a long finger. “It won’t be much longer.”
“I know.”
Her parents came up to congratulate them again. Her father was more enthusiastic about the match than she’d imagined he would be. Even her mother raved about Faulkner and young Ben. There had been nothing but congratulations and praise from the morning they announced the engagement. It was a little surprising, but Shelly hadn’t questioned it.
They were wished well by the others when they droveaway in the nicely decorated car, courtesy of a beaming Ben, who was to stay with his new mother’s parents for the duration of the honeymoon, and then Nan and some other college classmates. As they were driven to the airport by Faulkner’s chauffeur, Shelly kept staring with wonder in her whole expression at the wide gold band Faulkner had slid onto her finger.
It was a long, tiring trip. By the time they got to their hotel in Montego Bay and got checked in, it was time to eat something. Shelly had little appetite, but she sat with her new husband in the dining room and nibbled on seafood while he ate a rare steak.
They walked along the beach on the way back, staring out over the ocean as the sun set. Then he turned her and led her back into their room.
There was a balcony overlooking the bay—a very private balcony, high up and concealed. Faulkner led her onto it, where a big chaise longue was already spread with a beach towel.
Gently he undressed her and laid her on it, standing over her to savor every soft line of her with eyes that shone like beacons with love.
“Do you want me to make you pregnant, or do you want to wait a few months?”
Her lips parted on a shocked breath. This was something they hadn’t discussed. She was embarrassed by the heat that accompanied the softly spoken words, by the thought of allowing him to give her a child. She shivered, her eyes lost in his.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked huskily.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Yes…I do!”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he said, his voice deep and slow. “I want it as much as you do.”
“Will Ben mind?”
He smiled. “No. He won’t mind.”
His hand went to his shirt. He stripped very slowly, letting her watch him. His breathing changed when the last of the fabric came off and she could see the altered contours of his powerful body. Her eyes lingered there, fascinated.
“How does it feel to look at me like this?”
She caught her breath. “Intimate,” she whispered, forcing her eyes up to his. “Very, very intimate. And very exciting. I feel hot all over.”
“I can take care of that,” he said, smiling gently.
He eased down onto the chaise with her, and began to kiss her. At first the kisses were lazy and soft and undemanding. But then he touched her, and with each soft exploration of his fingers, her body shivered even more, until she sought the full length of him with a need as violent as a summer storm.
He indulged her, his mouth as slowly invasive as the fingers that traced her and teased her and discovered her most intimate secrets. When she was ready, he slid her over onto her back and moved his body gently to fit hers.
He kissed her tenderly while he moved between her soft thighs and eased down. She jerked a little, but a few seconds later, she relaxed and shifted to make it easier for him.
“You flinched then,” he whispered, lifting his dark head to look directly into her eyes. “Do you want me to arouse you a little more before I take you?”
She flushed at the explicit question. “But you already are…!”
“No.” He kissed her eyelids closed and moved forward. As he did, she felt the sting and began to stiffen. “It’s going to be difficult,” he whispered at her lips. “You need more time. It’s all right,” he added when she looked set to protest, because he was shivering with a need of his own. “I can wait. Here, Shelly…”
True to his word, he started all over again, his mouth and his hands
“I know.”
Her parents came up to congratulate them again. Her father was more enthusiastic about the match than she’d imagined he would be. Even her mother raved about Faulkner and young Ben. There had been nothing but congratulations and praise from the morning they announced the engagement. It was a little surprising, but Shelly hadn’t questioned it.
They were wished well by the others when they droveaway in the nicely decorated car, courtesy of a beaming Ben, who was to stay with his new mother’s parents for the duration of the honeymoon, and then Nan and some other college classmates. As they were driven to the airport by Faulkner’s chauffeur, Shelly kept staring with wonder in her whole expression at the wide gold band Faulkner had slid onto her finger.
It was a long, tiring trip. By the time they got to their hotel in Montego Bay and got checked in, it was time to eat something. Shelly had little appetite, but she sat with her new husband in the dining room and nibbled on seafood while he ate a rare steak.
They walked along the beach on the way back, staring out over the ocean as the sun set. Then he turned her and led her back into their room.
There was a balcony overlooking the bay—a very private balcony, high up and concealed. Faulkner led her onto it, where a big chaise longue was already spread with a beach towel.
Gently he undressed her and laid her on it, standing over her to savor every soft line of her with eyes that shone like beacons with love.
“Do you want me to make you pregnant, or do you want to wait a few months?”
Her lips parted on a shocked breath. This was something they hadn’t discussed. She was embarrassed by the heat that accompanied the softly spoken words, by the thought of allowing him to give her a child. She shivered, her eyes lost in his.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked huskily.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Yes…I do!”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he said, his voice deep and slow. “I want it as much as you do.”
“Will Ben mind?”
He smiled. “No. He won’t mind.”
His hand went to his shirt. He stripped very slowly, letting her watch him. His breathing changed when the last of the fabric came off and she could see the altered contours of his powerful body. Her eyes lingered there, fascinated.
“How does it feel to look at me like this?”
She caught her breath. “Intimate,” she whispered, forcing her eyes up to his. “Very, very intimate. And very exciting. I feel hot all over.”
“I can take care of that,” he said, smiling gently.
He eased down onto the chaise with her, and began to kiss her. At first the kisses were lazy and soft and undemanding. But then he touched her, and with each soft exploration of his fingers, her body shivered even more, until she sought the full length of him with a need as violent as a summer storm.
He indulged her, his mouth as slowly invasive as the fingers that traced her and teased her and discovered her most intimate secrets. When she was ready, he slid her over onto her back and moved his body gently to fit hers.
He kissed her tenderly while he moved between her soft thighs and eased down. She jerked a little, but a few seconds later, she relaxed and shifted to make it easier for him.
“You flinched then,” he whispered, lifting his dark head to look directly into her eyes. “Do you want me to arouse you a little more before I take you?”
She flushed at the explicit question. “But you already are…!”
“No.” He kissed her eyelids closed and moved forward. As he did, she felt the sting and began to stiffen. “It’s going to be difficult,” he whispered at her lips. “You need more time. It’s all right,” he added when she looked set to protest, because he was shivering with a need of his own. “I can wait. Here, Shelly…”
True to his word, he started all over again, his mouth and his hands
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