Asking for Trouble Page 3

He put down his fork, peering at me across the table. I continued to take small bites of risotto, not meeting his eyes. He couldn’t expect me not to say anything, could he? I’d tried to hold my tongue, to be honest, but pregnancy hormones had already made my temper short and my emotions run high.

  “You’ll know,” he said finally, picking his fork back up, digging into the lobster tail and pulling out a plump piece of meat.

  Just leave it. I knew I should, but I just couldn’t. I kept seeing her smirk, the way her gaze swept over me like I was some sort of bug she’d found on her food.

  “How will I know?” The green beans were buttery and full of garlic. Those, too, melted in my mouth and at least my stomach got some relief, even if the hamster wheel in my head kept on and on.

  “Because I’ll propose to you,” he said simply.

  My fork clattered to my plate and I stared at him, incredulous, not quite believing what I’d just heard. He chewed thoughtfully, searching my face, my eyes, for what I don’t know. A sign of my ultimate response, maybe?

  But it was a moot point, wasn’t it? He couldn’t ask because he wasn’t free.

  “What did she want?” I asked, deciding to pretend I hadn’t heard his proposal intentions.

  “To cause trouble.” His jaw tightened, just slightly. “As usual.”

  “What kind of trouble?”

  “Nothing I can’t handle.” He sighed. “Let’s pretend that never happened, okay?”

  “What if she comes walking back in?” I looked at the doors where she’d first appeared as if she might return any moment. And then what? What did you say to the woman whose husband you happened to be sleeping with, the husband whose child you happened to be carrying?

  “She can’t.” Rob picked up the cloth napkin beside his plate, shaking it out of its three-dimensional triangle shape. “I had the security code changed on the house and at the gate.”

  I gaped at him. “You didn’t think to do that before?”

  “I haven’t been home,” he reminded me, putting his napkin in his lap. “I just flew in last night, remember?”

  Of course, I knew that. He’d insisted on booking me the first possible flight out of Detroit the minute the tour was over. I hadn’t even had a chance to see Katie, who had flown home last night. We’d probably passed in mid-air.

  “It was a surprise, that’s all.” I swallowed, poking at my lobster tail like it might come back to life and crawl off my plate.

  “To you and me both.” He sighed again, putting his forearms on the table to lean in closer. “Listen, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again.”

  “It just... you know... reminded me.” I had no doubt he understood what I meant. Her intrusion had been a sudden dose of reality neither of them wanted to face. Not now. Not yet.

  “What can I do to make you forget?” Rob asked, and I looked up to see him smiling. It wasn’t a full smile—there was still some tension in his jaw, his brow—but he was trying. “How about Daisy’s scallops? Aren’t they fucking amazing?”

  I couldn’t help smiling back. The man knew my penchant for decent food.

  “How about some champagne?” He lifted the bottle from the ice bucket and then frowned, looking at my already full glass. “Oh damn, you can’t have champagne.”

  “It’s sparkling grape juice,” I explained, lifting it to my lips and taking a sweet sip.

  “You asked Daisy?” He put the champagne bottle back with a soft smile as I nodded, both of us acknowledging our secret in that one glance.

  He looked at me differently now. And I liked it.

  “I hope she looks just like you.” His expression turned soft, dreamy, as he sat back in his chair, still looking at me that way. Like I’d risen considerably in his estimation somewhere along the line. Then he grinned. “Except I’ll have to lock her in a tower when she turns thirteen.”

  “Thirteen?” I laughed, cracking open my lobster tail and digging in. The memory of our interruption was fading, especially considering the way he looked at me with those dark eyes across the table. He made me feel like there was no other woman on the planet besides me.

  “Have to be proactive these days.” He chewed green beans thoughtfully and I’m sure he was thinking about all those teen girl fans who went crazy for him at shows. What if one of those was his daughter, screaming for some hot rock star?

  “Well you’ll just have to lock her in one of the rooms upstairs.” I pointed to a balcony above us. “Same difference.”

  “Not a bad idea,” he mused and that made me laugh again.

  “Well if it’s a boy and he looks like you,” I said, groaning as I spooned lobster out of a buttery trough and let it melt in my mouth. “He’s going to leave a trail of broken hearts.”

  “Only until he finds the right one.” Rob lifted his glass of champagne, downing it with a smile and reaching for the bottle. “Remind me, I have a surprise for you later.”

  “I think we’ve had enough surprises for the night.” I snorted, finishing the last of my lobster. The scallops and risotto were already gone, and my stomach had stopped protesting in hunger.

  “Clearly I haven’t done enough to get your mind off things.” Rob drank his second glass of champagne.

  “Clearly.” I smirked, drinking the rest of my sparkling grape juice in one gulp. I only missed the champagne a little bit.

  “Let’s fix that.” Rob stood, starting to unbutton his shirt.

  “What are you doing?” I blinked up at him as he revealed his chest, his belly, and then those gloriously defined shoulders and arms. He left his shirt on the chair, unbuttoning his jeans, and I found myself transfixed by his zipper sliding south.

  “Get your mind out of the gutter, future mother of my child.” Rob grinned as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, the sight of him completely nude and already half-hard making my mouth water. “We’re going swimming.”

  I took his hand and let him untie and slip the robe from my shoulders, leaving it puddled on the patio as we approached the infinity pool. I expected the water to be cold, but it was only slightly cooler than a warm bath as I stepped in, following Rob’s lead. He pulled me to him, both of us naked, but it didn’t matter. There were no neighbors who could see us. We were alone.

  “It’s like a dream. Did you ever think you would live in a place like this?” I mused, looking up at the palace he called a house. It was more like a French Chateau, complete with its own moat. Off in the distance, the ocean shimmered, kissed by moonlight.

  “No.” He fitted my body to his as we floated deeper into the pool. “But I never thought I’d find a girl like you either. So, I guess some dreams really do come true.”

  His words, his body, they all made me forget. I didn’t care about anything but him and how he made me feel, our mouths meeting, limbs entwined. I had never felt this way about a man and knew, if something happened and things didn’t work out between us, I never would again.

  His hands roamed over me under the water. It made my nipples harden against his chest as he pulled me in for a longer, deep kiss. His tongue lashed at mine and I gasped when he grabbed my hips, sliding his hands around to my ass and lifting me. I was weightless in the water and wrapped my leg around his waist, feeling the thick throb of him trapped between us.

  “I want you,” I whispered against the fullness of his lips. “I want you in my mouth.”

  He smiled—I felt it more than saw it—slowly grinding his hips into me, teasing me, his length rubbing against my belly.

  “Me first.”

  I squealed when he lifted me out of the water, setting me on the edge of the pool. He grinned, so mischievous, dark eyes dancing as he looked up at me, water sheeting down my body and then slowly ebbing to drips that trembled off my nipples and ran in rivulets between my thighs. His gaze followed the water down, down, down, the look in his eyes darkening as it settled between my legs.

  “Mine,” he said.

  That one word made me shiver with antic
ipation.

  I didn’t protest. Instead, I spread my thighs for him, showing him what he wanted. He buried his wet face into my even wetter sex, fastening his mouth over my smooth, shaved mound. My clit throbbed against his tongue and I moaned when he slid two fingers slowly inside.

  I leaned back on my elbows, my eyes on his, feeling his tongue moving, first in circles, then back and forth, teasing me. His fingers twisted, curled inside me repeatedly, as if he could turn me inside out, and he was. My thighs quivered, taut, my toes curling, my whole body tense and waiting, wanting. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to stay right here, like this, teetering on a precipice.

  But he was too much for me. There was no way I could possibly hold out. The heat of his mouth, the lash of his tongue, the flicker and curl of his fingers twisting inside of me, sent me spiraling upward, soaring so high it made me dizzy.

  “Oh God!” I threw my head back, seeing the flash of a thousand stars as he sent me into orbit. My sex throbbed with release, my body arching all on its own, my hips grinding as Rob moaned too and buried his whole face between my legs. I cried out in pleasure, my hands going to his head, fingers slipping through his wet hair as I quivered on the edge of the pool.

  Then I was in the water, my legs over Rob’s shoulders, his mouth still fastened to my mound. I protested, twisted, trying to get away, but he held my hips, holding me at water level as he continued to lick and suck my clit. He was taking me there again. Again!

  “Rob!” I arched and climaxed again, so fast and furious it felt as if I was tearing apart, coming completely unglued. He held me tight in his arms, forcing my sex against his face until my trembling began to subside. Then, slowly, let me go, easing me back into the water until I was floating, heart beating hard in my ears, breath coming in harsh gasps.

  “That’s my girl,” he murmured, kissing my inner thighs as I floated, weightless. “Again?”

  “No!” I yelped in protest when he moved to lick me, covering my bare, swollen mound with my hand. “I’ll die!”

  He laughed, grabbing my hips and pulling me down into the water with him. It wasn’t deep here—we could both stand. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and tasted myself in his mouth when he kissed me. His cock was like an iron bar against my belly as we floated together.

  “Now can I have?” I reached my hand between us, grasping his length, feeling his body respond instantly.

  “Only if you promise me you won’t make me come in your mouth.” He licked my neck, kissing my collarbone as I stroked him lazily under the water. “I want to fuck you again.”

  A jolt of electricity shot through me and I nodded, promising. Anything, anything. I just had to taste him.

  Rob floated us to the edge of the pool again and I watched, transfixed, as he slid himself onto the edge. The man didn’t have to worry about shrinkage, that was for sure. His cock stood straight up, wet and glistening, his scrotum dripping water, resting on the edge of the pool.

  I felt his hand moving in my wet hair as I took him in my fist, pumping gently as I tongued his balls first. They were shaved completely smooth and I delighted in the taut pull of his skin, sucking first one, then the other into my mouth, hearing him moan and feeling his hand tighten into a fist.

  I lapped at the base of his cock, licking all the water droplets off, working my tongue up toward the tip. He watched me with hungry eyes as I eased the head into my mouth, moaning around his length. Just having his cock in my mouth made me want him again. My pussy clamped down on nothing but was looking for more. For him.

  “Oh baby.” He moaned as I took him deeper, as deep into my throat as I could without gagging, my eyes never leaving his. I loved watching the pleasure there, that heavy lidded look of lust, feeling his cock throb against my tongue. “Easy, easy. I could fill your mouth right now.”

  I wanted him to. I wanted to taste him, feel him let go in my mouth, the thrust and throb and explosion of him on my tongue. But my pussy wanted him more.

  “You want to fuck me?” I whispered, teasing the tip with my tongue, cupping his balls in my other hand as I floated in the water between his open legs.

  He smiled, sliding back into the water to take me in his arms. It was like a dream as he entered me, impaling me on his entire length, making me gasp and clutch at him. He held me close, hands gripping my hips, guiding me fluidly, hips grinding into mine. His breath grew ragged in my ear as we neared the edge of the pool. There were steps here and he set me on one, still submerged from the waist down. He poised himself above me, his cock still moving, faster now, finding its way deep into my womb.

  I looked up at him, at the stars, his skin glistening in the silver moonlight as I ran my hands down his chest, his belly, touching him where he entered me, making us both gasp.

  “Yes,” he urged, looking down, watching as I rubbed my clit. “Do it. Make yourself come all over my cock, baby.”

  Oh. God.

  Water splashed all around us as his pace increased. I let him hold me, rock me, knowing he was going to take me there again. The easy glide of his cock between my legs, the tantalizing tease of my fingers against my clit, the way his chest grazed my hard, aching nipples, were more than enough to take me there. But it was his mouth against my ear, the harsh pull of his breath, the way he whispered my name and told me he loved me, that I was his, that carried me there.

  “Mine,” he growled through gritted teeth, hips moving of their own accord now. We were animals rutting, blinded by need. “You are so. Fucking. Mine.”

  “Yes,” I gasped, my teeth grazing his collarbone, licking the water off his shoulders and neck. “Oh yes, Rob, yes. Yours. Yours.”

  He seemed to like the sound of that because he buried himself completely in me with a grunt and a groan, and then I was coming too, my body convulsing and bucking in the water while somewhere far above us both, I was flying, to the moon and back. I returned slowly to our atmosphere, pulling breath like it was the first oxygen I’d ever breathed into my lungs.

  “I don’t want to let you go.” He held onto me when I went to move, keeping me close.

  “You don’t have to,” I whispered.

  I stayed wrapped up with him, both of us buoyant, weightless, silent, rocking in the water like babies in the womb. There was nothing else but us. We were all that mattered. If I’d had any doubts before I’d gotten on that plane today—and of course, I had—they had all been dispelled, even with the intrusions we’d had, the incessant reminders of fact. None of that could make this any less. I knew, in a way I’d never experienced before, exactly where I fit in to this whole grand scheme of the universe.

  I belonged here, with him.

  Chapter Four

  “I don’t think this week could have been more perfect.” I slipped my arms around Rob’s neck and he swung me around in the surf, making me laugh out loud.

  “So, we had the perfect day in Detroit when we first met—and now the perfect reunion week.” He burrowed his face against my neck, kissing salt water from my skin. “How about we make it the perfect life?”

  “Well if anyone could live a perfect life, it would be you.” I rubbed my nose against his, seeing myself reflected in the mirror of his sunglasses. I hated not being able to see his eyes, but we were in public and he always insisted on the sunglasses, as if they could magically hide his identity. “You’re charmed.”

  “Not all the time.” He smiled but it wasn’t his usual full, devilish Rob smile. He saw me looking at him, considering, and his smile brightened. “But definitely today.”

  He kissed me, a wonderfully delicious distraction, and I let it transport me, as it always did, to some other world where only he and I existed. I wanted to live there forever.

  “You hungry?” he asked when we parted, swiping a stray strand of wet hair from my cheek with his thumb. He was trying to distract me with food now, which he already knew worked. That made me smile. Sometimes I thought we didn’t know enough about each other—and there was really no remedy for
that except time—but then he said something like that, proving he knew me all too well.

  “Yes,” I admitted, slipping my hand in his as we waded back out of the waves, the surf foaming around our ankles. “But if you don’t quit feeding me like this, I’m going to be a whale by the time this baby’s due.”

  “But you’ll be my whale.” He grinned, reaching around and grabbing a handful of my ass through my bikini bottoms. “And you have such a cute tail.”

  “Robert Alan Burns!” I protested, sticking out my tongue at him as we reached the wet sand.

  “That doesn’t work with me.” He laughed.

  “Are you kidding me?” I raised my eyebrows. “If my mom used my full name, I knew I was in for it!”

  “Not me.” He swung my hand, the fine white sand sticking to our wet feet as we walked toward the spot where we’d set up a blanket and the picnic basket Daisy had packed for us. “Honestly, I don’t think any of my foster moms even knew my middle name.”

  “Oh Rob...” I frowned, shaking my head. It was so foreign to me, the idea of not having parents who cared enough to pay attention, let alone not having the person who named you still in your life. “I’m sorry.”

  “Hey, I can’t complain.” He squeezed my hand before letting go and plopping down on the blanket, patting the spot beside him. “I’ve done pretty good for a kid who grew up in foster care.”

  “Pretty good.” I laughed. “That’s an understatement.”

  “What’d the Ranger pack in our pick-a-nic basket, Boo-Boo?” Rob watched, amused, as I unpacked sandwiches and a thermos full of lemonade.

  “Lots of noms, Yogi.” I laughed. “God, I love Daisy. Can I take her home with me?”

  “She’s kind of awesome, I have to agree.” Rob picked up a sandwich, taking off the waxed paper and devouring a square.

  “The best cook ever.” The sandwiches were tuna on whole-grain bread, something that should have been boring, but in Daisy’s hands, it was sublime.

  “Don’t let her hear you call her a cook,” Rob said, his mouth full.