Feisty Repartee

TSOTF, Part 9

Kate finally relaxed, grateful for the end of the frightening turbulence shortly after take-off which nearly made her ill. Her stomach had been bothering her for several days now, prompting the purchase of the pregnancy test to begin with. She’d clung to Jack’s hand at one point, grateful when he’d squeezed back and reassured her. Now, she took in his strong profile, searching for the words to tell him she was pregnant.

She’d considered waiting until their return from Rome, afraid that perhaps he had only claimed to love her during their earlier love making to manipulate her. When he‘d squeezed her hand only moments before, he’d leaned close to her, his lips grazing her cheek, and told her again that he loved her. She’d searched his eyes for any signs of deception, finally allowing herself to believe his words.

He glanced her way and smiled again. Her heart pounded in her chest, and for a terrifying moment she imagined Jack angrily accusing her of entrapping him with her pregnancy. Not that he would be wrong. She had been so desperate for him, for a connection to him that went beyond their frantic coupling when Martin was not around, that she had made a decision knowing she risked losing everything…her marriage and her lover.

“Jack,” she began, shifting in her seat to face him. She waited for him to drop the folders into his briefcase and turn to face her. He smiled broadly and leaned over to kiss her lips gently. His kiss was sweet, but became desperate and needy.

“It’s just us,” he whispered against her lips. “I want you.” His hands went to her breasts and he caressed her through her silk blouse, grinning to feel the lacy bra beneath and her reaction to his touch. He knew. He didn’t need to hear her say it.

He pulled her onto his lap, quickly unbuttoning her blouse as he nipped at the soft skin on her neck, and pulling it down her arms and letting it drop at his feet. She’s carrying my child, he thought as his fingers expertly unhooked her bra and freed her full breasts. His lips went to her right breast. Her moan excited him. The mother of my child, Jack told himself as his lips moved to hers.

“I love you, Kate,” he said, his voice low and breathy. “I never wanted to fall in love with you, but I did. God, you are so beautiful,” he told her as his fingers moved between her legs. Kate pulled her lips from his, and let her hand stop his from moving further up her thigh.

“Jack, I need to tell you…”

“Tell me that you love me, Kate,” he said, pulling her close again.

“I do, Jack. I love you,” Kate replied, her breath catching when his fingers found their target. “Jack,” she called, moaning as her breath quickened and then ceased as he brought her to a quick climax.

She buried her face in his cheek, fighting her urgent needs, cursing and loving him for knowing her body so well. “Jack, I’m pregnant.”

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