“Not yet.” He whispered.  “You taste so good and I’m just not quite finished yet.” And he went back to the exquisite motion he’d been making with his tongue.

Suddenly she thrust her hips up and screamed “Oh my God, Ben, please.”

“That’s what I was waiting for,” he said, as he moved his lips and tongue up her abdomen, pausing at her navel before moving up to first one nipple and then the other. He pulled his boxers off and entered her.  As she screamed his name again, he covered her mouth with his.  It was like her orgasms came wave after wave, the next one starting before the last one was over.  No one had ever given her multiple orgasms let alone waves of orgasms like this.  Dear God if this was what sex with Ben was like, then maybe she understood Lila Crane’s obsession.  But there was no time to think about that because another wave was coming.

He was enjoying the ride so much that he didn’t want it to stop. She was begging him to come.  “Please, please, it’s your turn now.”  It was so easy to make sure Lane was satisfied and he finally let himself go over. They lay tangled in the sheets and in each other’s arms.  “My God, will making love with you always be like this,” he whispered, as he kissed his way from her lips to her neck and back again.

She moaned.  “I don’t know.  I thought it was you, I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”

He glanced at the clock.  It was 10:30.  They’d spent more than an hour making love and he knew she was going to feel the need to get up and go home soon.

A few weeks ago, she had stayed with him because it wasn’t safe for her to be in her house.  He had held her as she slept, but they hadn’t made love.  He wanted to feel her sleeping in his arms again.  She had her head on his shoulder and was tracing circles around his right nipple with the fingers of her left hand.  He felt a twitch.  He was getting hard again.  If she kept this up much longer no one would be getting out of bed any time soon.

She kissed his chest.  “I have a question.”

“The future Mrs. Bellini can ask me anything,” he replied.  He lifted her hand and kissed it.

“You’re a lawyer, how do you feel about prenups?”

Yes, he was a lawyer.  One who was planning to make the trip down the aisle only once in his life.  He knew she’d been hurt in the past and he understood that they each had their own money, but everything he had was hers, and he would do everything humanly possible to make sure she was happy for the rest of her life.  There would be no divorce for them and without the possibility of divorce, there was no need for a prenup.

“Are you already thinking about divorcing me,” he replied, as he kissed the palm of her hand and then ran his tongue to the tip of her middle finger and he took it in his mouth.  She moaned and he wiggled her engagement ring.  “I love you.  I promise I’m going to love you forever.  I’ll never cheat on you.”  He lifted her chin and kissed her.  “I’ll never abandon you.”  He kissed her again.  “And I promise always to make sure you have at least two orgasms before I think about having one.”  He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth.  “Well maybe not before I think about it.  I’m already thinking about it,” he whispered, as he lowered her onto her back and moved to the other nipple.

God, it wasn’t fair.  He knew what that did to her. She moaned as she rolled him onto his back and straddled him, taking him inside. She stroked twice and said, “That’s Okay, you won’t have to wait long. I’m already having one.”

He rolled her onto her back without missing a stroke.  “I love you,” he said bending his head and taking a nipple in his mouth.

She wrapped her hands in his hair and screamed his name.  For months now, he had fanaticized about making love with her.  Imagined her writhing beneath him, screaming his name.  Reality was far better, but already he wasn’t sure he could keep the promise he’d just made.  The urgency he felt was overpowering.  He moved to her other nipple.  She thrust her hips up and moved both hands to grasp the sheets to prevent herself from scratching the hell out of his back as she screamed.  Dear God, where was this coming from?

She whispered, “I need to be on top.”  He put his hand on her back and rolled them over, as she pulled her knees up and raised herself to a sitting position.  She put her hand in the middle of his chest and bent down to kiss him.  “You’ve kept your promise.  It’s your turn.”  She bent close to his ear.  “Come with me,” she purred, and then she moaned and took his ear lobe in her mouth.

His body was completely willing to obey.  “It’s a promise I plan to keep at least once a day for the rest of my life,” he said, as he pulled her down to lay on top of him.  He wasn’t ready to break their connection yet.

Hell, if the woman wanted a prenup, she’d have one.  She could have anything she wanted, now and forever.  Before he could say anything she’d glanced at the clock.  “My God, it’s midnight.  I need to go home.  Tomorrow’s a school day.”

Chapter 18

WOW that’s some rock

Since the wedding plans were still in flux, Lane was glad she hadn’t given her boss, Al Edwards, notice about her upcoming marriage yet.  Al himself had eloped two months ago, and while that alone meant that he understood all about quick weddings, there was no reason to tell him until she had some solid plans.

At 2:30 Lane packed up her laptop and left for the dentist.  She registered with Rochelle, the receptionist, and sat down with her iPhone to read.  Since Jess was auditioning for the Harts in Time trilogy, Lane had pulled the first book in the series from her archives and had started reading it again.  When Lane read, it was as though the book was playing like a movie in her head, only now when she saw Kit and Kate, the identical twin sisters at the heart (no pun intended) of the story, they had Jess’s face.

The hygienist called her name and she followed her back.  Lane sat in the chair and folded her hands over her abdomen.

“WOW.  That’s some rock.  Did you get engaged?  Congratulations,” Emma the hygienist said.

“Thank-you,” Lane said.  Most people didn’t know the proper etiquette was to congratulate the future groom and give best wishes to the future bride. While Lane thought of it each time she heard the incorrect sentiment, she didn’t think it was her job to educate the well-wisher.

Lane sat back and opened her mouth while x-rays were taken and the cleaning and polishing went on.  Finally, the dentist came in and looked her over, giving Lane the news of a great check-up.  She went out to the receptionist to get her next appointment, and met Ben checking in.  She put her purse on the counter, and was reaching for the zipper to open it so she could put the appointment card in it when Rochelle noticed her engagement ring.

“What a beautiful ring, Mrs. Parker.  I see best wishes are in order.  Who’s the lucky man?”

Ben put his right hand in the small of Lane’s back, the way some men do, and leaned forward toward the receptionist. “That would be me, Rochelle,” he said, flashing that million watt Bellini smile.

The receptionist looked at Ben.  “Well, then congratulations, Mr. Bellini.  When’s the happy day?”  Rochelle handed Lane her appointment card.

“It won’t be soon enough for me,” Ben replied giving Lane a quick kiss on the cheek.  “Call me after you drop Jess at the airport,” he whispered in Lane’s ear. The hygienist had called his name and he was following Emma toward the exam room.

Lane put the appointment card in her purse.  While she had an iPhone and her calendar was readily accessible, it was an agreement she’d made with Meg long ago.  Only one of them had complete control over Lane’s calendar, and it was Meg.  When Lane went to the office Thursday, she’d hand the card over to Meg, who would be sure it was on her calendar.  Of course, Lane kept a calendar at home on the pantry door where she’d write the appointment when she got home tonight but that was so she and Jamie knew what was going on.  She had written the appointments for dentists, doctors, football practice and games for Jamie; baseball practice and games for Jake; auditions, play practice, piano and voice lessons for Jess on the calendar since they were small.  It was the way she had maintained everyone’s busy schedules for years.