Theo stiffened. “Is that safe?”
“Safer than waiting,” Colin said. “But I don’t think it’s going to come to that.” His frown was thoughtful. “I’d suggest you stop work, if you’re in a position to, or cut back on your hours. You need to have as relaxed a lifestyle as possible.”
“I am relaxed,” Imogen said, her eyes huge in her pale face. “I’m …”
“Going to be fine,” Theo reached down and squeezed her hand, his smile an attempt at reassuring even when his own eyes showed creases of concern at their corners.
“That’s right,” Colin nodded with obvious approval. “Now, sit tight. I’ll get a nurse to come get the ball rolling.”
CHAPTER TEN
“YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY.”
Theo paused, mid-way through fluffing the pillow he’d arranged five minutes earlier, at Imogen’s feet. “I’m sorry. Is that not comfortable?”
She pulled a face. “I’m pretty sure you have better stuff to do than shape the sofa cushions and make me tea.”
“Nope,” he grinned, his hair curling a little over his brow as he brought his face closer to hers. “This is my sole purpose in life right now.”
“And here I thought I was living with some big-shot tycoon who’d just bought an airline or something.”
“The airline has a CEO,” he pointed out. “And I can do a lot of work from my office here.”
“Theo,” she said with a shake of her head. “Go to work. I’m fine.”
“No way, agape. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
“Apparently not,” she tilted her head to her side, her eyes drifting over Theo as he covered her with a soft, grey rug.
“How do you feel?”
“Fine,” Imogen laughed, reaching behind her, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at his head. It hit him squarely on the side of his face, knocking his hair into disarray and landing at his feet.
“Careful,” he growled, but his lips twitched as he brought them close to hers. His kiss was gentle, yet her toes curled. Desire flushed her. She lifted a hand to his shirt, pushing at the neck and reaching for a button. She flicked it open, smiling at the naked warmth of his flesh and then wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him over her.
It was a perfect kiss, but Imogen wanted more. He lifted his hands, running them over her bare arms and detaching her from him before breaking the kiss and
standing. His chest moved rapidly, his eyes were hooded, but he stepped backwards.
“You are the devil,” he muttered, angling his face away. The proof of his erection was at eye height. She looked at it pointedly and then flicked her gaze to his face.
“And you’re heaven,” she reached for him but he stepped backwards, shaking his head.
“You’re on bed rest.”
“I like the idea of the bed part,” Imogen said, tapping the side of her lip. But Theo wasn’t responding. Imogen made a noise of disapproval. “Relax, Theo. Everything’s fine. And … I want you.”
He crouched down beside her, his eyes locked with hers. “I want that too. But I’m not going to do anything that might put you or the baby in danger.”
“I think sex is fine. At least, I’m pretty sure it is.”
“I’m not taking any chances. For the next two months, you’re going to be my prisoner. And not in the kinky way,” he added for good measure, bringing his lips closer to Imogen’s. “Though if I have to resort to handcuffs to get you to slow down, I will.”
Imogen shook her head. “Two months? That feels like a really long time.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” His laugh was thick and his eyes showed a promise she wanted to explore. Questions she wanted to ask. But she reached up and cupped his cheek, stroking his face.
“Just as well I know you’re worth the wait.”