Daniel's Desire - By Sherryl Woods Page 0,54

not ready for more than this.”

“I do,” he said.

“Then what was the proposal all about, Daniel?”

“I need you to remember that I asked, that I meant it.”

She regarded him with confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“If…” He drew in a deep breath, then forced himself to continue. “If there’s a baby, I want you to know now, this minute, that this time it will be different. I will be there for you.”

Her expression faltered at that, then tears filled her eyes. “There won’t be a baby, Daniel.”

For a moment his heart stood still. Was there something Patrick hadn’t told him about the miscarriage? Something she hadn’t told him? He would never forgive himself if he’d destroyed her chances of having children forever. “Ever?” he asked, his heart in his throat.

As understanding dawned, she touched his cheek. “No, just now. I’m on the Pill.”

His sigh of relief was deep. “Thank God.”

She pulled away, her anger almost palpable. “So many pretty words, Daniel. Didn’t you mean any of them?”

When she would have run, he held her tight, forced her to look into his eyes. “No misunderstandings this time, Molly. I didn’t mean I was grateful that we hadn’t made a baby. I was only grateful that I hadn’t cost you the chance to have them. I couldn’t have forgiven myself for that.”

She searched his face, clearly wanting to believe him, but it was a long time before he felt her relax in his arms.

“I love you,” he repeated. “And I do want to marry you, whenever you’re ready, baby or no baby.”

The tears spilled then, and she curled into him, clinging to him. The storm went on for so long, he was sure there could be no tears left, but when the sobs finally stopped, she looked more at peace than he’d seen her in years.

“We’re okay?” he asked, trying to interpret what had just happened.

“We’re okay,” she said, then smiled at the knock on the door. “And definitely ready for lunch. I can think of all sorts of fascinating things to do with that whipped cream.”

He frowned with mock ferocity. “Great thing to say when I have to go to the door,” he said, grabbing a thick robe off the back of the bathroom door.

The waiter managed to keep a discreetly bland expression on his face as he set up the room-service cart in front of a large bay window. Daniel tipped him well, then gratefully closed the door behind him, barely hiding a smile at the sight of the large silver bowl filled with fresh whipped cream.

“What?” Molly said, studying him.

He picked up the bowl and carried it toward her. “Only the best,” he teased, dipping up a spoonful and dropping it onto her breast.

Her eyes widened as he set the bowl aside and bent down to lick away every last trace of the cream. Her nipple was hard, her hips restless when he was done.

“More?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, please,” she whispered, her voice husky.

“Our food will get cold,” he reminded her.

“Nothing I like better than cold steak,” she insisted.

“And warm champagne?” he asked.

She glanced toward the cart. “It’s on ice.”

“Ah, well, that’s okay, then,” he said, laughing.

She leaned back against the pillows and gestured toward the whipped cream. “Come on, Daniel. Get with the program.”

This time he drizzled a trail of the sweet cream between her breasts and lower, then licked it away. “So good,” he murmured.

“Me or the whipped cream?” she asked.

“You, of course. Always you.”

Molly reached for the bowl. “My turn,” she said, scooping up a large dollop, then studying him thoughtfully. “Where to start, though?”

Daniel fought a grin at her serious expression. “Doesn’t really matter, you know. It’s pretty much guaranteed to be a turn-on, whatever you do with that.”

“Then maybe I’ll start with a little right here,” she said, dropping just a little on his mouth, then running her tongue over his lips. “You’re right. It is good.”

“Very good,” he confirmed.

After that, she began to get creative, with a little dab here, a larger dab there, and that wicked mouth of hers making him completely crazy.

“Come here,” he pleaded when she was sitting back on her heels looking for some other part of his anatomy she could torment.

“I’m not through.”

“Yes, you are,” he said, snatching away the bowl and flipping her on her backside in a move that caught her completely off guard. “Time to pay up, darlin’.”

She laughed. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers and tasting her till she was writhing beneath

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