Daddy by December (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Series) (11 page)

With palms gone damp
with her nervousness, Meg clutched the phone receiver and held it close to her
ear.  Had he already gone to bed?  Would he think she was crazy to be calling
him at this hour of the night?  And what if he did answer the phone?  Then
what?

She bit her lip.  She
hadn’t thought that far ahead.  All she knew was that she didn’t want the night
to end.  Even if all they did was talk, she just had to hear his voice.  After
she’d gone inside her hotel room, Meg had done the usual ‘get-ready-for-bed’
things – showered, brushed her teeth, brushed her hair till it fell in soft
waves around her shoulders.  Then, dressed in the hotel's terry robe, she’d
climbed into bed to wait for sleep to claim her.  No such luck. She’d tossed
and rolled in the bed for almost half an hour before finally giving up.  There
was no way she was going to sleep tonight, not without talking to Drake one
more time.

Truth be told, talk
wasn’t the only thing she wanted.  In fact, it was sort of low on her priority
list right now.  There were so many other things, things that made her body shiver
just thinking about them.

But talking was a good
way to start so, after minutes of hand wringing and deep breathing, she’d
gathered her courage about her, picked up the phone and dialled.

Drake picked up on the
first ring.  “Hello.”

His voice was deep and
mellow, not like he’d been sleeping at all.  Had he lain there, tossing and
tortured as she had?

“Hi, Drake,” she said,
her voice soft and hesitant.  “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Not at all.  I was
just about to call you.”

“You…were?”  Meg’s
heart skipped at his words.

“Yes, I was…thinking
about you.”  There was a pause then she heard him sigh.  “I want you, Meg, so
badly it hurts.  Can I see you tonight?”

Meg’s breath caught in
her throat.  Had he really come out and asked that question?  She hadn’t
expected that.  Now what should she say?

“Yes.”  The word
escaped her lips in a soft, breathless whisper.  Her hand flew to her mouth and
her heart began to pound faster.  There.  She’d said it.  And now there was no
turning back.

“I’ll be down in a
sec.”

“W…wait.”

But he’d already hung
up.  Holy cow.  Drake was on his way down to her hotel room and he was
expecting sex.  More hand wringing, palms growing even more moist.  Could she
handle it?  Maybe she should call him back.  But no, he’d probably already left
the room.

She rested the phone
receiver in its cradle and slid off the bed.   Smoothing her damp palms down
her hips she dried them on the terry robe.  Good heavens, was she ready for
this?  Maybe she should tell him no, that she’d made a mistake. Maybe she
should-

There was a knock at
the door and Meg started.  He was here.  Already?  No more time for maybes. 
She took a deep breath and went to open the door.

Drake was standing in
the doorway and as he looked down at her, his hair still damp from a recent
shower, his eyes burned with a fierceness she had never seen before.

She stepped back, not
saying a word.  She didn’t need to.  She knew what she wanted and the look in
his eyes left her in no doubt as to what he wanted.  This was going to happen.

He stepped into the
room, closing the door behind him, and only then did she realize that he was
barefoot.  Had he been in that much of a hurry?

Then there was no more
time for questions, no more time to think, because he reached for her, pulling
her into his arms with a force that knocked the air from her lungs.  His arm
circled her back, locking her body to his, and then his hands went up, fingers
sliding through her hair to cup the back of her head and hold her at his mercy.

And then his mouth came
down on hers, sensual and strong, subduing her with a kiss that drove all
thought from her mind.

When he’d kissed her
till her bones melted, leaving her soft and pliable in his arms, he bent to
lift her and carry her over to the king-sized bed where he laid her on the
pillows.  Then, hands moving urgently, he pulled the knot in her sash and
opened her robe, leaving her blushing and bare to his gaze.

He groaned and as she
moved her hands to cover her nakedness he caught them, trapping her wrists
against the bed, drinking his fill of the sight of her.

Holy heavens.  No one
had ever looked at her like that before, not even Greg.  In his eyes was a
burning hunger that made her heart jerk in anticipation and just a hint of
fear.  She hadn’t done this in so long.  Would he be gentle?

He dipped his head and
in that move he wiped the question from her mind because his lips, so masterful
and firm, were now on her right breast, sucking, drawing its pink tip deep into
his mouth.  He played with that nipple, teasing and torturing, till she gasped
in delight and arched her back, wanting even more.

To her relief, he
obliged.  Drake’s urgent need seemed to match her own because he released her
breast, but just long enough to raise her up and pull the robe away from her
body.  He tossed it to the floor.  Then he was shedding his own clothes, swift
fingers making fast work of the buttons on his shirt.  In seconds he had it off
and threw it on the floor.

Meg’s eyes widened and
her mouth went dry.  Holy Christ.  She’d never been one to swear but, my
goodness, did they build them this beautiful anymore?  He was toned like a
weapon of female destruction, the muscles cut in all the right places, the body
tanned to perfection.  She’d thought this man was a typical business executive
with the body of someone who lived a sedentary lifestyle.  But no, this man in
front of her had the body of a professional athlete.  He was like a well honed
machine, far advanced from what she’d seen ten years before.

But she should have
known.  When he’d pulled her close he’d practically crushed her against a body
that felt like rock.  Now she knew why.  He was solid muscle.  She hadn’t quite
finished admiring his upper body when his hands fell to his trousers and he
began unbuckling his belt.  She wanted to look away, she really did, but like a
deer caught in headlights all she could do was freeze.  And hold her breath.

Then, in one smooth
move, trousers and boxer shorts were sliding down firm, muscled legs on their
way to his feet.  He stepped out of them then he straightened, moving so
quickly she had no time to advert her eyes.  But then, why should she?  As
nervous as she was, she was still enjoying the view.

Her eyes fell on the
strength of his manhood as it stood rigid in its bed of soft blond hair. His
arousal was obvious in the throbbing of his member  and the almost angry hue of
its tip.  Meg swallowed hard.

She didn’t have to do
anything else because Drake moved immediately to the bed and reached out to
pull her into his embrace.  He kissed her long and deep, her breasts crushed
against his chest, his heart pounding like he’d just done a hundred-meter
sprint.

When he released her it
was to press her back into the pillows, then he was kissing her neck, her
breasts, sliding his lips down, down till he was licking her navel, teasing her
with light flicks of his tongue till she moaned.

What was he doing to
her?  Did he know he was driving her crazy?  His tongue was turning her insides
to liquid and, holy Mary, she was growing oh, so wet.

Meg sucked in her breath
and reached for him.  “Please,” she whispered.  “Please, Drake,” she begged. 
“Now.”  The word was almost a sob.  “I want you so much.”

Immediately, he slid
away from her off the bed.  He reached down to where he had dropped his
trousers and pulled his wallet out of his pocket.  He dug around for about
seven seconds and then a look of consternation crossed his face.  Then, to
Meg’s dismay, his face fell in obvious disappointment.

She raised up off the
pillow.  “What?  No condom?”

He put his hand to his
forehead and groaned.  “No condoms.”  With a look of disgust he dropped the
wallet on top of his trousers.

“But…how come?”

Drake drew in his
breath and let it out again.  Then, still looking like he could kick himself,
he walked back to the bed and with a heavy sigh he lay down beside her.  He
gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair.

“I don’t know if I
should admit this but I haven’t done this in a while.”  He gave her crooked
smile.  “I bought a brand new pack a week ago and put it in my medicine chest
at home.  This morning I went into the bathroom specifically to put it into my
wallet when the phone rang and I went to get it.  I completely forgot to go
back and get the darned thing.”  He gave an exaggerated sigh.  “Now I
remember.”

She groaned and turned
her face into his shoulder.

“I know, honey,” he
said softly as he stroked her arm.  "I know, but there’s nothing we can do
about it right now.  There's no way the hotel gift and sundries shop would be
open at almost one o’clock in the morning and, stuck out here in the boonies,
it’s not like we’ll find any store near here that's open at this hour.”

Meg groaned again and
this time she gave him a little bite on the shoulder.

He jumped.  “Hey, what
was that for?”

“That’s for leading me
on and then torturing me.”

“I’m sorry,” he said
sadly.  “I guess I deserve that.”

For a moment they lay
there in each other’s arms then Meg spoke.  “You know,” she said softly, “We
could still do it.”

The hand that was
stroking her shoulder came to a standstill.  Drake looked down at her.  “Are
you sure you want to do that?”

“Well,” she said, then
paused.  How to put this?  “It’s a bit embarrassing but I’ll tell you anyway. 
I…started taking the pill about a month ago.”  She could feel her face turning
red. 
Please don't let him ask me why
.

He tilted his head to
one side.  “Really?”

“Yes,” she said quietly
then, seeing that she was the one who had brought up the topic, she decided to
be brave.  “Yes, I did, so we have nothing to worry about where pregnancy is
concerned.  And as for that other thing,” she bit her lip then pressed on, “I
haven’t been with anyone since I lost my husband and I’ve done several
physicals since then.”  Her speech over, she peeked up at him.  “What about
you?”

A look of relief passed
over his face.  “Coincidentally, I did a physical just last month when I was
upgrading my insurance plan.  I got a clean bill of health.”  Then he gave her
a thoughtful look.  “But I don’t have anything to prove that, Meg, not here. 
This is going to come down to trust.  Do you trust me enough to let me make
love to you…without protection?”

Meg looked up at him
and in her heart she had no doubt what her answer would be.  “I trust you,
Drake.  And if you trust me, I want you to make love to me.”

She could see that he
needed no further encouragement.  A smile broke across his face and he leaned
down to steal a kiss from her lips.  Then he raised himself up and, with a firm
hand, he pressed her back into the pillows.  To her delight he continued where
he’d left off, teasing and tickling her with soft kisses, making her body
tingle with desire.

And then, when she
thought she would burst with wanting him, he covered her body with his and she
wrapped her legs around his lean hips and clung to him, her breath coming in
pants.  He aligned his body with hers and sank deep into her core.

“Drake,” she gasped. 
“Oh, God, Drake.”  It was like she’d been waiting for this moment forever.  Now
their bodies were one.

He let seconds pass,
allowing her body to get used to his presence, and then he was moving, slowly
and gently at first, then faster until he was thrusting into her, riding a wave
of passion, taking her with him over the crest where he exploded inside her as
her inner core pulsated around him, sending sparks shooting to every inch of
her body.

It took a long time for
their panting gasps to slow to deep breaths and then to the normal rhythm of
breathing.  Only then, when their bodies had floated down from that pinnacle
and the tension had dissolved, did they let each other go and fall back into
the pillows.

“Oh, God, Meg,” Drake
breathed, “I’ve waited for this for so long and it was worth every minute of
the wait.”

She smiled and as his
chest rose and fell she reached out to rest a hand on him.  “For me too,
Drake.  For me, too.”

And as she lay in the
bed beside him, Meg had no regrets.  Although there was still that little
question in the back of her mind – where would they go from here?

CHAPTER
NINE

“Liar, liar, pants on
fire.”

“Jessie.”  Meg’s voice
was stern.  “Not nice, young lady.  Now go over and apologize.”

Jessie’s face fell but
she walked slowly over to the swing and regarded her classmate with a frown and
a pout.  “I’m sorry, Patrick.”  Then, with a whirl of her skirt she turned and
headed back toward her mother.

Not a very gracious
apology but one Meg would have to let slide right now.  Just that week she’d
signed Jessie up for private piano lessons and today was the first class.  If
they didn’t move quickly they’d be late.  And for a class that lasted only half
an hour they definitely couldn’t afford to be late.