Expecting His Child. Leanne Banks
born.”
Noah immediately regretted his joke. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
“That’s okay. Besides, my father and brothers gave me an earful about the Coltranes.” She plucked the containers of food from the bag.
“I’m sure they did,” he muttered, and carefully voiced his next thought. “I realize you descend from Amazons and you could easily harvest an entire field of corn in the morning, deliver your baby at lunch and finish up another field in the afternoon. But do you ever think you might have problems when you deliver the baby?”
She drummed her fingers on the cabinet. “If you hadn’t included the Amazon part, I would say no. But the truth is, although I don’t worry about it a lot and the doctor says I’m perfectly healthy,” she emphasized, “I think about it every now and then.”
He saw the fleeting vulnerability and longing in her eyes and remembered how he had felt when his mother died. “You still miss the chance of knowing her, don’t you?”
“I would have given anything to know her. I’ve always missed her and I probably always will. I was lucky to have two brothers who tried very hard and awkwardly at times to make up for the loss.” She pushed her hair behind her ear. “What about your parents?”
“I think I miss more of what might have been. My parents weren’t happy together.”
Martina lifted her eyebrows. “My parents were crazy about each other. My brothers told me that was why my father never seemed happy after she died. Looking at me was too painful for him, because I reminded him of his loss.”
Noah realized he had known Martina’s mother was dead, but he’d never heard the whole story, and they’d agreed not to speak of their families during their time together in Chicago. It made him see her in a new light. “We had a foreman named Zachary, who taught my brothers and me about being a man. Zachary always said the strongest love survives distance and death, and it always makes you a better man.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying my parents didn’t love each other?”
“I’m saying your dad missed an opportunity to love and be loved by a little girl who could have taken away some of the hurt.”
Martina looked at Noah for a long moment. He could practically see her mind poking at his statement, examining and pondering, then setting it aside. She glanced at the boxes of food on the counter. “Dibs on the sweet ’n’ sour chicken.”
They dug into the food, and Martina didn’t eat nearly as much as Noah had expected. “I thought you were eating for two. You made it sound like you’re eating everything but the living-room furniture.”
“I’m not eating for two. It’s more like I’m eating for one and one-twelfth. Besides, I wanted to save room for ice cream.” She smiled with mischief. “I need my calcium.”
“Have you had an ultrasound yet?”
She nodded as she scooped fudge-swirl ice cream into two bowls. “Two months ago. The way the baby was positioned didn’t reveal its sex, but I have a feeling it will be a—”
“—girl,” he interjected.
“—boy,” she said at the same time with a look of surprise on her face.
“I would have thought you’d have some sort of macho expectation about producing a male,” she said.
“And I would have thought you’d have some sort of feminist expectation about producing a female,” he said. “Both wrong about each other. Looks like we’ve got a long way to go to get to know each other.”
Her face fell. “I still think e-mail is the best solution.”
“It hasn’t been that bad this time,” he said, rising from his chair and walking closer to her. Following an impulse that could get him kicked, bitten or scratched, he lifted her finger to his lips and sucked the ice cream from the tip. Her eyes grew wide and she jerked her hand from his.
“What has made you more reasonable this time?” he asked. “Maybe you like me a little more than you thought you did.”
She took a quick breath and a dozen emotions swept through her blue eyes. Noah would swear one of them was desire. Maybe he was getting through.
“Food,” she said. “It was definitely the food.”
It was definitely not the food that was keeping her awake tonight, Martina thought much later as she threw back the covers on her bed. Every time she closed her eyes, a picture from the first time she and Noah had made love flashed across her mind.
She sat up in bed and sighed, holding her head in her hands and surrendering to the memory for just a moment. They’d eaten Chicago pizza for dinner, then Noah had taken her back to his suite to show her how he traded futures on the Chicago exchange on his laptop. His excitement had been contagious, and after a while, she’d been more caught up in his enthusiasm than his words.
“You’re not listening,” he said, sitting beside her, his thigh rubbing against hers.
Martina felt her cheeks heat. “I was,” she insisted.
“Okay, what happens after the price jumps ten percent?”
“I didn’t know there’d be a quiz.”
He laughed, and the rich, dark sound curled inside her and heated her down to her toes. He tugged her from her chair and pulled her onto his lap. “If you weren’t thinking about futures, then what were you thinking about?”
Bracing herself on his shoulders, she considered dodging the question, but followed another instinct, instead. “I was thinking about you,” she said, lifting her fingers to his solid jaw. “You have such a passion for almost everything you do.”
His eyes darkened and he pressed her fingers to his lips. “More than one person has called me crazy for my ideas.”
“A little crazy is not a bad thing,” Martina said, feeling a relentless urgency grow in her belly and blood.
He sucked her finger into his mouth, and she held her breath while he held her gaze. “I’m getting a passion for Martina.”
“That could be too crazy,” she whispered as he pulled her face closer to his.
“Too late,” he said, and took her mouth.
Martina’s world spun. He had kissed her before, but tonight was different. She felt it in the air, in his touch, inside her. He made love to her mouth, tasting her, seducing her, savoring her until her heart clamored for more. She sank her fingers into his hair, luxuriating in the soft, wavy texture.
He pulled away and she felt almost as if she was in a dream. Giving her a dozen opportunities to stop him, he slowly, deliberately lifted her sweater over her head and unfastened her bra.
“Do you want this?” he asked, touching the aching tips of her breasts with his thumbs.
Her mouth went dry and she closed her eyes. Her heart hammered a mile a minute. There were reasons, very valid reasons, she should stop, but her brain could not produce one of them at this moment. She had never wanted a man so badly in her life. It wasn’t so much his incredible body as much as it was his mind, his very being. The way he thought, the way he acted.
“Yes,” she said, the honesty coming from deep inside her. “I want you.”
He dipped his mouth to one of her nipples and took it into his mouth.
Fire had raced through her, and Martina had bitten back a moan. He would consume her, she’d thought, and a lick of apprehension had mingled with the heat of her desire. He would learn more about her tonight than any man ever had. She would have to keep a part of herself from him. He must never know, she’d decided, that he was her first.
Distress crowded Martina’s throat, and a soft sound escaped, breaking