His Surrogate For Hire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (7 page)

In fact, his hand inched a little further up her thigh. He paused for
a moment as if asking her permission to continue. Their eyes met and
she did not tell him to stop. Clay moved closer to her, so close that
she could feel his breath on her neck. Closing her eyes, she let the
sensation of his close proximity take over her.

She was comfortable with him right there next to her, so close. So
near that she could inhale the fresh, light scent of soap on his
skin. His touch was light, gentle, and soothing. It left her wanting
more.

A sigh escaped her mouth, just as his lips met hers. The kiss was
soft, pleasant. It was enough to ignite the fire within, leaving
Diana wanting more than soft and pleasant. She wanted something earth
shattering, something that was a cataclysmic pairing that would leave
her aching and exhausted.

She leaned in, letting Clay know he could have more. His hands on her
shoulders, he pulled her in even closer to him, gazing in her eyes.
Looking into his, having his hands holding her securely, she suddenly
felt breathless. His lips touched hers again, this time, the kiss
more intense. He pressed his body against hers, chest to chest they
both felt the fire ignite. There was nowhere for her to run, no way
for her to get free from his hold.

Something started to feel so right about what was happening. She did
not want to stop. Diana wanted more, a feeling she was not sure she
felt before Clay's lips touched hers.

Seductively, Clay tugged at her bottom lip, allowing Diana to have a
breath. She opened her eyes, licking her lips to savor his flavor
when he released her. She was not ready for the release, but did not
know how to ask him for more. The entire exchange blew her mind. It
was all so unexpected. She had no idea Clay even saw her in that way.

But he did not say a word. Instead, staying silent and letting the
moment speak for itself. Clay took both of their empty mugs back to
the kitchen area and went off to bed.

Diana closed her eyes, still savoring his flavor on her lips. She was
not sure what happened there between the two of them. The fact that
he unleashed so much desire and then, just as quickly shut it down,
confused her. She was not sure what she was supposed to do with that.

She was also unsure of how she felt for him. Were the romantic
feelings she had for him based on the sense of security he could
offer her or was she truly feeling something for him? All of the
emotion hit Diana out of nowhere. Not to mention the fact that she
had not been touched by a man in longer than she could remember. Sex
was long overdue, but it was not the kind of thing she did with
anyone randomly. And with all she had to deal with in her career, she
had not taken the time to cultivate any intimate relationships.

She got up to go to bed. How was she thinking about Clay and
relationship in the same sentence? As she climbed into the bed, Diana
pulled the covers over her body, hoping she would be able to cool the
fire Clay ignited. She wanted to be irritated with him for starting
such a thing and then walking away from her. But there was something
about the fact that he did not let things go too far too soon.
Something about the fact that he gave her just enough, especially
since she had not pushed herself to think too hard about having
anything other than a working relationship with Clay.

Teresa would be happy to know she had not only stepped out of her
cocoon and let a man caress her and kiss her passionately, but she
would be happy to know the man who had done all of that was Clay.

*****

When Diana awoke the next morning, she found a note propped up next
to a red vase full of long stemmed pink roses. Her heart skipped a
beat as she almost skipped ahead to read the note.

Diana,

Please enjoy your morning at the spa. I had some business come up
and can't join you. I will see you this evening.

And please wear something beautiful, as you always do.

-Clay

She suddenly felt like a young girl with a crush. To have him write
her a note and leave flowers showed he was thinking of her. It was a
sweet gesture. Inhaling the floral scent, she thought of all that
transpired last night and wondered if the flowers were supposed to
speak to that as well.

Diana did not want to make too much out of it. It was nothing more
than a kiss. A smoldering, sexy kiss that was meant to blow her mind.
It did exactly what he wanted it to do, if that was the case. She
knew it was not an accident and Clay wanted to leave her thoughts
lingering during the day of what could have been.

But Diana did not want to get too far into dreaming about what could
have happened. It did not happen and that was alright with her.
Things like this were better when they were taken slow.

The problem was that Diana was not sure there was actually something
happening that would go anywhere. What if he was simply going with
the flow of the moment? There was always the possibility he was just
making her more comfortable with being with him. She could not get
out of focus on the matter at hand. Clay Marshall was a billionaire
who was single, therefore, he could have any woman he wanted,
whenever he wanted.

He probably made all of the women he was with feel special like this.
She reminded herself she did not need to put that much into the kiss,
the private helicopter ride, or the weekend retreat at the resort.
Clay was probably doing what he always did, wining and dining women
and romancing them, making them fall in love with his lifestyle.

She read the note one last time. It made her smile. Sticking it back
near the vase of roses, Diana was filled with optimism as she went
back to her room to get dressed. There was no way she was going to be
late for her massage and facial.

The spa day was the best experience Diana ever had. With the
exception of the twelve minute massage she would have at the kiosk in
the middle of the shopping mall, she had never had a truly relaxing
experience like the one she had that morning. The massage was a deep
tissue that was accompanied by a full body sugar scrub and mud wrap.
Her facial was a custom deluxe with an oxygen therapy and she even
got a manicure and pedicure afterwards.

Once she made it back to the room, Clay was still not there. She felt
like she was floating, the effects of her spa day. Instead of
grabbing a late breakfast, Diana decided to take a nap and go for
lunch a little later. Those plans were foiled when she went to sleep
and did not wake up until early in the evening.

She was to meet Clay for dinner around seven. It was already six.
Within an hour, she showered, applied her makeup and dressed in a
midnight blue pencil skirt that stopped right below the knee and a
black sleeveless top. She slid on a pair of black pumps and pulled
her died red hair back into a messy top knot on the crown of her
head.

Clay still had not shown up at the suite, so Diana thought they would
meet at dinner. She felt confident as she walked down the corridor.
It had been a while since she felt that way, but it was beginning to
feel more and more familiar.

She showed up to the dining area where there were several private
tables, all adorned with fine china and bowls with floating candles.
The hostess seated her and offered to bring her a drink. She went
ahead and ordered a dry martini she could sip on while she waited for
Clay.

He was not too late, only arriving a quarter after the hour. Being
late was not his usual, but with getting a last minute call for a
project, Diana could understand why he would be a bit tardy.

His face lit up when he saw her. Clay held his hand out to her,
beckoning for Diana to stand up. He twirled her around.

"You look sensational."

"Thank you," she said, feeling her cheeks warm as she
blushed.

Ever the gentleman, Clay pulled her chair out for her to have a seat.

She noticed he was dashing as well, dressed in a white button down,
collared dress shirt and a pair of neutral khaki colored slacks.
Casual, he looked great and she was happy to see him for dinner.

The waitress came by and took their drink orders, bringing them a
fresh bottle of red wine.

"Do you know what you will order?" Clay asked.

"I'm not too sure. Everything looks so good, but I don't know
what I would like to try." The fact was, some of the entrees
were things she had never heard of and she did not want to order
something she would not like.

"Is it okay if I order for you?" he offered.

Feeling relief, she told him he could. She watched as he placed their
order, so elegant and so comfortable in such expensive surroundings.
It was all still so new to her.

Once the waitress was gone, Clay focused all of his attention on her.

"Did you like the flowers this morning?" He grabbed the
bottle of wine and poured a glass for him and for her.

Diana tried not to start blushing again. "I did. They were
beautiful."

He raised his glass to her, Diana then picking up her glass and met
his. "Yes. They were absolutely stunning."

A wide grin spread across Clay's face. "I'm glad you liked them.
I wanted to give you a little something so you would know I was
thinking about you. I hated that I had to go tackle some work related
things this morning at the last minute. How was your spa day?"

She loved the fact that he seemed genuinely interested in her
morning. "It was wonderful if I do say so myself. I loved it.
Really was amazing."

"That was what I intended it to be."

Their food was served and Clay talked her through all of the entrees
she was sampling. The entire experience was the best she'd ever had
and she wished there was a way to return the favor.

"I found out there is a ballroom here and there is some music
and dancing starting in a few minutes. Would you like to go?"

Diana could not believe her good fortune. The night would just go on
and on and she wanted to take in every moment of it.

"I would love to. Although I have to warn you, I am not the best
dancer."

They shared a laugh and for Diana, it replaced the fact that she knew
at some point, they would have to discuss the kiss. She thought by
now, they would have discussed it, but the subject had not yet been
broached. Diana was not sure how to even bring it up, so she thought
it best to just let the evening flow and have it happen organically.

Clay offered his hand to her, helping her out of her seat. She
followed as he led out of the dining room.

"We have a good thirty minutes before the dancing starts. Would
you like to take a walk?"

"That sounds like a good idea," Diana agreed. She was
actually stuffed from dinner and did not know how she would whirl
around a dance floor.

By the time they made it to the glass doors that led to the gardens,
Diana realized Clay had not stopped holding her hand. She did not
protest. They strolled slowly, quietly. A few other people had the
same idea, to go out and enjoy the night air after dinner.

"So hopefully everything worked out for you at work today."

He squeezed her hand. "It did. Thank you for showing concern."

Their walk was quiet. For Diana, the mood was building. She could not
help but continue to think about the kiss and it was getting harder
to wait for Clay to bring it up. She did not have to wait long.

Clay, full of surprises, pulled her to him and kissed her. His lips,
now becoming so familiar and his touch so soft, but firm.

"I have been waiting to do that all night," he replied,
looking in her eyes.

She was speechless. The last thing she expected was for Clay to kiss
her like that. So passionately, a man full of desire that she could
feel seeping through his lips.

His hand was in the small of her back massaging, kneading. It felt so
good, she found herself arching herself into his touch.

"And you finally gave in?"

"I did. I could not resist."

She licked her lips, teasing him. "So was that like last night?"
It felt good to finally throw it out there.

Clay nodded. "What can I say? It's hard to keep my hands off of
you."

Diana was not sure what she was expecting as a response. She knew
what she wanted to hear; that he wanted her, desired her and that the
passion behind the kisses were not a figment of her imagination. And
he as much as admitted that when he told her he could not keep his
hands off of her.

"How did it get to this point?" Once the question escaped
her lips, she threw her hands over her mouth. It was not what she
intended on asking him straight out, it was more of a thought in her
own mind that she wanted to keep to herself. But it was too late. The
words were already out in the universe.

He stepped in closer to her. "I am not sure how that happened. I
was not expecting it. But sometimes there are things in life that
just occur and you have to go with it. Just kind of ride the wave and
there is nothing wrong with that."

A light kiss on the cheek as he guided her back inside. Clay was the
kind of man that would definitely keep her on her toes. Such an
unexpected delight.

They found their way to the ballroom and danced the night away. Clay
proved to be somewhat of an expert on the dance floor. Light on his
feet and a natural leader, he twirled her around the floor as they
laughed and took pleasure in each other's company.

The music slowed down. Clay did a move where he spun her out away
from him, and then quickly spun her in to his chest. Holding her hand
with his and then his other hand on her waist, they swayed to the
beat. A slow grooving jazz song played as the two of them were
captivated by one another on the dance floor.

He guided her hips, almost grinding to the rhythm. Seductively moving
to the music, the two of them seemed to be in their own world. Diana
laid her head on Clay's shoulder, feeling safe and secure with him.
The way his breath lightly danced on the skin of her neck and the way
he squeezed her hand, she was so completely taken by him. This man
that at first seemed to be everything was a man she would fall for.