The Italian's Secret Baby

No pain, not really, just pressure and then the mind-expanding miracle of being filled.

He was on top of her and inside her and everything that was happening had a feeling of rightness about it.

That was her last conscious thought as he began to move and the pressure inside her started to build. The first ripples of her orgasm wrenched a deep moan from her parted lips.

I screamed! The shocking memory of the feral scream as her orgasm had peaked flashed through her head.

Roman felt the warm body pressed close to him tense. ‘Is something wrong?’ he asked, stroking the damp hair from her face.

‘Nothing,’ Scarlet sighed, relaxing back into arms that closed tightly around her.

What could be wrong? She was where she wanted to be. Things like him not loving her could wait until the morning.

It was actually around two in the morning when the shrill ring of the phone roused her. She rubbed her eyes and sleepily reached out only to find there was a large naked male in the way.

She sat bolt upright, suddenly very wide awake. Not daring to look at the shadowy shape in the bed beside her. Carefully she edged her body away from his, difficult in such a narrow bed, and reached over him for the phone.#p#????#e#

‘Hello…’

‘Firstly, don’t panic, Sam is fine. Fast asleep, actually.’ Tom Bradley went on to explain that it was their son who was unwell. The doctor had been called and he was off to the hospital with suspected appendicitis.

Scarlet expressed her heartfelt sympathy. ‘Poor Nancy. How is she?’

‘Tearful,’ her husband admitted. ‘I’ve told her that kids bounce back but she doesn’t cope well with illness.’

Scarlet could hear the stress in his voice. ‘So you’d like me to pick Sam up.’

‘Well, that’s up to you, the au pair is here and he’s asleep, but…’

‘I’ll pick him up now,’ Scarlet said, manoeuvring herself out of the bed as she spoke. ‘You’ll be at the hospital by the time I get there?’

‘We’re off now.’

‘I’m sure he’ll be fine, but good luck anyway,’ she said before hanging up.

She was halfway across the room when the bedside light was switched on. She froze like an animal caught in the headlights of the car.

‘Has something happened to Sam?’

Well, she couldn’t complain that he didn’t have his priorities right. A naked woman standing less then five feet away and his first thoughts were for his son…as it should be, and very commendable, but she wouldn’t have minded being a slight distraction.

‘Sam’s fine.’ She walked to the chest of drawers trying to act as if she weren’t desperately self-conscious. ‘It’s his friend from the sleep-over who has suspected appendicitis. That was his dad, Tom Bradley, just now, the Tom Bradley you’ve never met,’ she inserted drily.

‘I’m going to pick Sam up. Could you call me a taxi, please?’ She pulled a fresh set of undies from the drawer and stepped into the knickers.

On the whole, she thought she had carried off the entire I’m-perfectly-happy-with-my-body thing really well.

‘Don’t be stupid, I’ll take you.’ She heard the creak of bed springs as he got out of bed.

‘That’s really not necessary,’ she started, and froze as she felt his fingers brush her bare back.

‘Let me,’ he said, snapping the bra catch she had been clumsily trying to fasten first time. She didn’t see how he could have failed to feel the shiver that rippled through her body.

‘Thank you,’ she said huskily. ‘Sorry I woke you.’ She could no longer avoid looking at him.

‘You didn’t wake me. I haven’t been asleep.’

Unlike her, Roman did not possess any inhibitions about nakedness. Her eyes slid of their own volition down his body and made the discovery that made her blush.

‘There will be other mornings,’ he promised.

Blushing even more fierily, she looked away and snatched up a shirt that was draped over the back of a chair. ‘No,’ she contradicted huskily, ‘there won’t be other mornings.’

Roman’s eyes narrowed as she turned her back but he didn’t comment on her statement. Any idea she had that he had accepted or not noticed what she’d said was laid to rest when she was safely belted into the passenger seat of his silver Jaguar.

The streets were virtually deserted as he drove through the silent city.

‘Why won’t there be any other mornings?’

‘It was marvellous and so were you, if that’s what’s worrying you.’ Her attempt at light laughter emerged as a croak.