take a couple of days off?”
“Why?”
“I’d like for us to go away together so we can spend some quality time together.”
Reaching over the table, Myles grasped her hands. “I saw more of you before we were engaged than I do now.”
Zabrina sobered. He’d read her mind. “That’s because you’ve become a workaholic.”
“I want to make partner, Brina.”
She wanted to tell Myles there were no guarantees that he would make partner even if he worked ninety hours a week, while winning every case for the firm. But she held her tongue because she didn’t want him to think she wasn’t supportive.
“Where do you want to go?” she asked.
His grip tightened on her fingers. “I’ll leave that up to you.”
It took only seconds for her to make a decision. “I want to go to Buenos Aires.”
“Buenos Aires, Argentina?” She nodded. “What’s in Buenos Aires?”
“Tango lessons,” Zabrina replied. “I want our first dance as husband and wife to be a tango, and what better place to learn the dance of love and passion than in Argentina?”
Rising, Myles walked around the circular table and gently pulled Zabrina to her feet. He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to the column of her scented neck. “I happen to believe we dance very well together.”
She giggled like a child. “Are you talking about the horizontal mambo?”
“Yes, I am.”
Moving into his embrace, Zabrina wrapped her arms around Myles’s waist. He felt so good, smelled so incredibly delicious. His cologne was specially blended to complement his body’s natural pheromones. She closed her eyes and smiled. “I seem to have forgotten the steps.”
Pulling her closer, Myles reveled in the soft crush of firm breasts against his chest. “How long has it been, baby?” he whispered.
Zabrina thought back to the last time they’d made love. “It’s been at least three weeks.”
“I promise to make love to…”
She placed her fingertips over his mouth, stopping his words. “Don’t promise. Just do it.”
Bending slightly, Myles swept his fiancée up into his arms and carried her off the terrace to the bedroom. He hadn’t wanted to believe he hadn’t made love to Zabrina in weeks. When, he thought, had his work taken precedence over the woman he loved and planned to marry? She’d become the most important thing in his life, yet he’d let something else replace her.
Their candlelit terrace dinner was forgotten when he placed Zabrina on the bed, his body following hers. It took less than a minute for Myles to remove her sandals, sundress and panties. The light from the bedside-table lamp, dimmed to its lowest setting, spilled over her nude body, making it appear like a statue of gold.
He undressed and then moved over her. “I can’t believe I’ve neglected you for so long. I want you to remind me when I get so caught up straightening out other people’s lives that I forget what I have right in front of me.”
Zabrina buried her face between Myles’s neck and shoulder at the same time her arms went around his waist. “How often do you want me to remind you?”
“Every night,” he said in her ear.
She opened her eyes and smiled. “If that’s the case, then I’ll be certain to do it.”
Myles breathed a kiss under her ear, along the column of her neck and to her throat. His rapacious tongue charted a path down her body as he suckled one breast, then the other. Zabrina’s breathing came faster and faster. His tongue swept over her like a wild cat savoring its kill. He tasted her belly. Effortlessly he turned her over to taste her back, nipping the skin covering her hips. Pressing a kiss to the small of her back, he moved lower to the area between her legs. Myles anchored his hands under her thighs and pulled her up into a kneeling position.
Zabrina was on fire! It was as if Myles had struck a match and set her ablaze. The increasing heat between her legs escalated as her hips undulated in a natural rhythm that communicated a long-denied need.
Myles felt and inhaled the rising desire from the slender body pushing back against his belly. He hardened quickly, so quickly he feared spilling his passion on the sheets. Guiding his erection, he eased it between Zabrina’s thighs. The two of them sighed as flesh closed around flesh, making them one.
Grasping her waist with both hands, he held her captive as she pushed back to meet his strong thrusts. He closed his eyes and bit down on his lip to keep the groans building in his throat from escaping, but the rising passion was too much and he moaned as if in pain. But it was the most pleasurable pain he’d ever experienced.
He didn’t know what it was about Zabrina Mixon, but once she had offered him her virginal body, every woman in his past had ceased to exist. And what he couldn’t understand was how had he gone nearly a month without making love with her. Had his quest to make partner taken precedence over the woman he loved? Zabrina didn’t want him to make promises, but he promised himself that tonight would signal change. He would put his fiancée first and his career second.
Heat began in Zabrina’s core and spread outward like spokes on a wheel. Reaching for the top of the headboard, she held on to the carved mahogany as if it were a lifeline. And at that moment it was. Unfamiliar sensations raced through her body, cutting a swath of pleasure that lifted her beyond ecstasy. She was caught up in a maelstrom of passion that bordered on hysteria. Her throat was burning from the screams that emanated from somewhere she hadn’t known existed, then, without warning, the orgasms came, one after the other, overlapping until she felt herself succumbing to the deepest desire she’d ever experienced.
Myles held Zabrina’s waist in a punishing grip as he rested his head on her back. He clenched his teeth so tightly his jaw ached, and try as he could he couldn’t hold back the passion threatening to erupt at any moment. Sucking in a lungful of breath, he surrendered to the raging fire in his loins, his body shaking like a stalwart tree in a storm.
In a moment of madness they’d surrendered all they were and would ever be to each other.
Chapter 2
The reason you’ve been feeling so tired is that you’re pregnant.
The doctor’s diagnosis played over and over in Zabrina Mixon’s head until she felt as if it were a mantra. Warm tears spilled down her face, blurring her vision, but she could still see the indicator wand that came with the home pregnancy test. She was pregnant. She, a registered nurse, who hadn’t believed her ob-gyn, had stopped at a local drugstore and bought a kit to conduct her own test.
Her gynecologist had changed her contraceptive three times, the third being a lower-dose pill. The other two had adverse side effects: headaches, nausea and tender breasts. Apparently the lowest dose was too low, because she was now among the one percent of women who’d gotten pregnant on the pill. She and Myles Eaton had talked about starting a family, but at twenty-three Zabrina had wanted to wait at least two years. Two years would give her time to adjust to married
