She collapsed beneath him at the same moment he exploded and they rode that perfect wave of delight together, neither wanting to contemplate what would come next. Nor what it would mean.
CHAPTER SEVEN
‘AND WHAT WE did last night is safe?’ His eyes latched to hers over the spread of newspapers, coffee and croissants.
Skye’s cheeks flushed at the oblique reference to the way they’d made love by the plunge pool, only metres from where they’d first slept together.
‘I think it’s a little late to be worrying about unwanted consequences, don’t you?’
His smile was just a tight flicker of his lips. ‘I mean so far as the baby is concerned.’
She laughed. ‘Of course. Do you think sex might pose a threat?’
Dark colour slashed his cheeks. ‘I have no clue, cara. It is the first time I’ve slept with a pregnant woman.’
She focused back on the newspaper, the headline swimming before her eyes. ‘It’s fine,’ she said thickly. ‘No risk.’
‘Good.’ He reached across, curving his hands over hers. ‘Because I want to do more of that.’
Her pulse thumped heavily in her veins. She kept her attention averted. Didn’t she want that too? Well, yes, but there was definitely a risk to her if she made a habit of falling into his arms.
‘More swimming?’ she prompted.
‘Not what I meant.’
‘I know.’ She lifted her face, her eyes locking to his with a shyness that was at odds with what they’d shared. ‘I know what you meant.’
‘And I think you want it too.’
She swallowed, focusing on a point over his shoulder. ‘I think we have to be careful not to do that again.’
His brow furrowed but she didn’t see it. ‘Why the hell not?’
‘You want us to raise this baby together? That’s hard enough without bringing sex into it.’
‘We’re married.’ He laughed softly. ‘And expecting a baby. Sex is already a part of it.’
She was quiet, uncertain what to say, and he moved the conversation along, his eyes watchful. ‘Just think about it.’
She thought about pointing out that she didn’t need to think about it. That her mind was working this morning, as it hadn’t been the night before, and that sex was definitely going to complicate things unbearably.
For her, anyway.
Apparently it had never been an issue for him.
He’d been able to compartmentalise sex from the rest. From the lies. The betrayal.
‘It’s too complicated.’
He compressed his lips with frustration. ‘I think we established last night that nothing about that is complicated. It is as easy for us as ever.’
‘But your heart’s not at risk,’ she said pointedly. ‘But, for me, having loved you once makes me terrified of being stupid all over again. Of mistaking sex for something else entirely. Especially when you can make my body feel like that.’ She stood up uneasily, changing the subject even when her mind was still ticking over the facts, trying to make sense of it. ‘It’s such a nice day. I’m going to go for a walk.’
He didn’t look at her. In fact, he continued to stare straight ahead, almost as though he hadn’t heard. She moved towards the door and his voice commanded her to stop.
‘Wait a moment.’ He stood and she held her breath, wondering if he was going to say something that might change how she felt, while knowing he couldn’t. There was nothing. ‘I will come with you.’
Exasperation was obvious in Skye’s expression. ‘That’s not necessary.’