A Piece of Me (5 page)

“
It’s pretty much both of
those.”

“
I guess you’ll need to
start the fun game of tracking and calculating.” He would have
thought it would feel weird discussing such a personal and intimate
topic with her, but it didn’t.

“
I’ve already been doing
that for the last three months since I started this
process.”

His Amana, the planner, attention to
detail was a must. “So, when’s the egg at prime target,” he jested
attempting to keep the mood light. Anything to keep Amana from
getting that concerned look on her face again and change her mind.
Lifting his water glass, he drank liberally from it, needing to
cool down since his body’s temperature had spiked since it was
determined that he would be bedding his assistant.

“
Today or possibly
tomorrow.”

He had to swallow hard, forcing the
mouthful of water down his throat so he wouldn’t spit it across the
room and embarrass himself. Quickly, he set the glass down and
picked up his napkin, wiping his mouth to ensure he wasn’t
dribbling. As he held the cloth to his mouth and cleared his
throat, the server entered.

“
Are you all ready for
dessert, now?”

Neal never glanced at the man standing
beside their table. Instead he kept his gaze fixed on the beautiful
woman before him. The knowledge that at this moment, her body was
ready for him, prepared to receive his seed and possibly create a
new life had him quaking with need. He felt animalistic like he
wanted to stand up and prowl around her, growling and warn other
men away from her. From what was his.

Only for a night, his mind reminded
him. But, his body didn’t care. One night in heaven with Amana
would give him a lifetime of memories and hopefully a strong
healthy child.

Aware of the server patiently waiting,
Neal reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Still
keeping his eyes on the desirable woman across from him, he removed
his credit card and he held it out to the man and said, “Check,
please, now.”

“
As you wish.” The man
turned and exited the room.

“
Are you sure you want to
do this tonight, Neal?” she asked. “I don’t want you to feel
pressured or rushed.”

Hell yes, he felt rushed, by his own
body. And there couldn’t be any more pressure than the insistent
throbbing of his cock in his pants. “Would you rather wait until
the next cycle?”

Amana’s chest rose and fell with one
shuddered breath after another. He had no doubt that she wanted him
just as much as he wanted her.

“
No. I’ll have the joy of
being a month along or planning for the next try.”

As much as he would like to have the
chance to have sex with her again, he wanted to give her the baby
she desired more. He would just have to be content with this one
night.

“
So, do you want to do this
at your place or mine?”

Shaking her head, she said, “I think
we should keep this like a business arrangement. I think being at
either one of our homes makes it too personal.”

His chuckle was dry. Only Amana would
think that the place they had sex would keep it on a “clinical”
level. “We’ll be having sex, sweetheart, it doesn’t get any more
personal than that.”

“
Still, I think a hotel is
best. Tomorrow we go to our own homes and play the waiting game for
the next two weeks.” She haphazardly folded her napkin and placed
it on top of the table.

“
However you want
it.”

The server returned. Neal added a
substantial tip, signed and stood up as he re-pocketed his card.
Stepping to the side, he held his elbow out to her. “If you’re
ready.”

There was no need for anything more to
be stated.

“
I’m ready.”

The other man slid Amana’s chair back
and she rose. Moving to Neal, she encircled his elbow. Reaching up,
he cupped her cheek, caressing her soft skin. Lowering his hand, he
led her out of the restaurant the same way he brought her in.
However, he knew that two hours ago they had entered as friends,
now they were exiting as lovers.

Chapter 4

“
You haven’t changed your
mind have you, Amana?” Neal could feel her body trembling against
his as they stood inside their suite at the Westin. He held her
shoulder and stared into her eyes, clouded with shadows, but no
fear that he could see.

“
No.” She placed a hand in
the center of his chest. “Just a little nervous that’s
all.”

He could understand that, he found his
own body quaking a little internally. Not because he was having
second thoughts about being with her, more to the point he wanted
the night to be perfect. A memorable experience for her and one she
would think fondly about when she was holding their
child.

“
Would you like me to order
up some wine or something?”

“
I think I’ve had enough
tonight.” She stepped away from him, moving deeper into the room
and towards the window that over looked the city--bright and
vibrant.

He observed her as she stood there in
the soft lamp glow. The room was still dim for the most part, only
one light on next to the king-size bed, which had already been
turned down for the night. He took a few breaths calming himself,
not wanting to rush the moment.

His driver, Dan, had brought them
here. In the back of his car, they sat silently holding hands, both
of them gazing out of opposite windows with an occasional glance
towards each other. Dan would ensure Amana’s car was moved from the
restaurant to the hotel parking garage.

Now, he stared at her. The hairstylist
had pinned her thick tresses on top of Amana’s head giving her a
few curls hanging down. Normally he preferred her hair down around
her shoulders. However, tonight it was perfect, because it left the
smooth golden brown expanse of her back revealed around the two
straps. He had the urge to kiss every inch of it, from her
shoulders to the small of her back, licking up her
spine.

Crossing the room, he came up behind
her and lightly caressed her shoulder and was captivated by the
warm, silky texture of her skin. It wasn’t as if he’d never touched
her hand before, but this, this touch spoke of the intimacy they
would share before the night was done.

A shudder ran through her body, but
she didn’t move away. That was a good sign. Stepping closer to her,
he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Her
body settled against his and he enjoyed the pressure of her weight.
Lowering his head, he grazed the curved of her neck and inhaled,
enjoying her scent. It made him think of the sweetness of vanilla
and the gentle, floral aroma of orchids. Sweet and gentle, that was
his Amana.

Was she really his? His mind
asked.

For tonight she was, his body
answered.

“
Tell, me you’re okay with
this.” He continued to inhale the scent along her skin.

Leaning her head away from him, she
gave him greater access. “I’m okay with it.” Then she turned in his
arms and cupped his face. “With you.”

Now, he was the one shaking as he was
held by her intense gaze. His hands flexed along her waist, drawing
her even closer and allowing her to feel the hardness of his cock.
If she were going to run, this would be the time, her only chance
to leave this room without him making love to her--changing their
relationship forever.

“
Kiss me,” she
whispered.

His gazed traveled from the dark
depths of her eyes to her wide mouth, her full lips ripe and plump
like a plum. With a groan, he placed his lips on hers, feeling the
electrical current crackle between them. Stung with passion, his
lips began to throb, echoing the beat of the blood pumping through
his shaft.

Amana gave back in the kiss; opening
to him, she took his tongue into her mouth. Neal lifted a hand and
grasped the back of her head, keeping her in place as he deepened
the kiss.

~YH~

His taste was intoxicating, a blend of
wine and Neal, two robust flavors battling for control in her
mouth. She moaned as his kiss became more intense and the grip on
her head, more possessive. He was staking his claim on her and she
loved it.

The intimacy between her and Kevin had
always been gentle and sweet, but she wanted the passion. She had
always yearned for the heady thrill of being taken by a man,
someone who demanded her all and gave her the same. Not just any
man, Neal.

As his other hand moved from her back
and cupped her ass, his tongue played along hers. He fused them
tighter together, leaving no space for doubt, resistance or air.
They exchanged breaths with each other, feeding one another the
oxygen needed to survive. All she had and was in the moment was
wrapped up completely in Neal. He became her substance and soul
provider.

He took command of her mouth, forcing
her to suck his tongue as he thrust it deep and then pulled it out,
only the tip remaining before he plunged into her yet again. It was
the same action that their bodies would exhibit tonight. The
thought thrilled her. Heat coiled tight in her belly, her sex ached
and wetness pooled between her thighs, saturating her
panties.

This wasn’t a new feeling around Neal,
she’d been aroused by him many times, but the intensity of it, the
impact that shook her to the core, was something she wasn’t
prepared for. Nevertheless, she didn’t run away from it, but gave
in to it--whimpered for more.

He pulled back only enough so that he
could speak. “I want to see you…taste you.” His words caressed her
tender lips.

“
Yes.” She bit down on her
bottom lip, a little ashamed that her own voice sounded so needy.
Taking a breath, she attempted to sound more calm and in control.
“Please, Neal, I want you,” she pleaded, still not removing the
want in her voice.

“
You’ll have me. Tonight
there is only us in this room. No ghost, no past, just you and me
and what we create.” His pupils were so enlarged; they almost
obliterated the light green color of his eyes.

She shivered under his potent gaze.
She would have thought he would remove her dress and take to the
bed. Instead he dropped before her, his knees making a soft thud in
the carpet. Dragging his hands down her body, caressing her
shoulders, her breasts… he paused and cupped them for a moment.
Continuing, he encircled her waist with his hands and squeezed the
indention, more pronounced by the design of the dress. He moved
past her hips and down her thighs, not stopping until he reached
the hem of her long dress.

Once there he reached beneath it. His
fingers repeating the touch it made going down, this time she could
feel the heat and strength in his fingers. When he got to her
panties, he gingerly traced the lacy edge around her thighs as it
moved from her sex and arched up high on her hips and down between
her ass cheeks. He fondled the globes, squeezing and playing along
her skin causing her to squirm.

“
I never pictured you as a
thong woman, Amana.” He gazed up at her. “My mistake. It will never
happen again.” He winked.

The air rushed out of her lungs, hot
and heavy at his words. Neal had imagined her lingerie. How many
times had he conjured up what she wore beneath her suits? Chills of
excitement raced along her skin and made her shiver.

Bringing one of his hands back around,
he pressed it between her legs and cupped her sex. Heat infused her
cheeks at his intense look. She knew what he felt, her
wetness.

Her panties were long past soaked and
had left evidence of her desire on her thighs.

Stroking her sex through the thin
lace, he located her swollen clit and rubbed it, building her
arousal.

“
Is this for
me?”

This wasn’t the moment for being coy,
so she gave him honesty. “It’s what you do to me.” He could take
that as he wanted; possibly believe it was only this night.
However, she knew it was how she walked around most
days.

A low growl came from his chest, as he
yanked the material down her legs. She would be surprised if they
weren’t torn, but she didn’t care.

He guided her feet as he helped her
step out of them then tossed the purple scrap, posing as underwear,
to the side.

“
Hold this,” he demanded as
he bunched the skirt of her dress around her waist.

Obeying, she grasped the delicate
material at her sides. She felt naughty standing there revealing
her bare sex, legs and silver sandals.

“
Pretty as a picture,” he
said.

Her heart fluttered at his
approval.

“
Open your legs for me,
Amana. Let me in. Let me taste you.”

If she could have leaped off the floor
and thrown her legs into a split she would have, that’s how badly
she wanted him to put his mouth to her. Once again, the power of
her urges shocked her, this was not like her. But if all she had
was the one night in his arms, she wouldn’t hold back, she’d give
him everything he demanded and more. She wanted Neal imprinted on
her body and mind, a fantasy she could hold for all
time.