CHAPTER 43

"What's going on here?," Betty, Christian's lover asked from the doorway to the bathroom with Nadine's robe around her body.

Just great.

She hated sharing robes with anyone. In fact, she hated sharing her room but christian had successfully made all that happened in a few hours.

"Who's she?," Nicholas asked the new person in the room.

"Christian's 'lover'," she replied placing a lot of stress on the word lover with a killing look in her eyes as she made for the door.

"You all should get out of my room and tend to your own wounds Christian or get Betty to." She slammed the door and rushed to the kitchen to put away her groceries.

Nicholas was right behind her.

"Nadine..."

"I don't want to talk to you," she cut in sharply, moving away as he moved towards her.

"I'm sorry. I freaked out."

"No you didn't, you concluded about me from what you saw. And I don't blame you for that, I blame myself for believing we could make this work."

"We can. I'm so new at this and I'm trying so hard."

"Not hard enough. I can't believe you'll ever think I'll sleep with my own guest."

"I believed because I got to know he had feelings for you and you knew about it."

"Where did you get that idea?," she asked pinning him with a glare.

He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze then shrugged and gave the answer. He might as well come clean about it all "Caroline."

"Caroline? I can't get over the fact that you believed a thing that bitch said," she snickered.

"I'm sorry."

"Christian just needs a fuck buddy, which is obviously not me. He had no emotional thing going on for me and why would I keep that to myself without telling you when talks of a wedding is already involved?"

He cringed at that. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid all over again to let his cynical view of life ruin his newfound relationship with her.

"I love you Nadine." There. The words just popped out of nowhere. He felt like a load got lifted off his chest.

Nadine stopped in mid motion to stare at him, speechless. Where had that come from?

"What did you say?" She had to ask again in case her ears were finally malfunctioning.

"I said I love you," he said boldly, his voice booming in the kitchen. "I love you with all my life Nadine. And a moment ago, I jumped into conclusion because I freaked out because I don't know how much you still feel for me. I was telling myself I deserved whatever you chose to do with another man but my heart couldn't take christian standing there naked."

She continued staring at him stupidly. He sighed resignedly, the confession he wanted to hear not forthcoming. "At least tell me you care about me."

"I love you Nicholas. I never stopped loving you but.."

He cut her off, smothering her with his kiss and tight hug. She didn't resist that, kissing him back with all she's got.

Finally, he had he wanted in his grasp. He realized how bad he had wanted her to say the three words in weeks. This time, he was going to do all it takes to make this woman in love with him forever. He sure was the luckiest bastard alive.

He released her later and she stared in awe before she regained her senses and remembered what she was about to say.

"Love doesn't cover it all Nick. What if you never stop seeing me like you do your mother? What if something like today happens again and you fly off the hook like you just did?," she asked worriedly.

"I've never seen you as my mother. Why would you comapre yourself to her?"

"I don't but you do. Every time something goes wrong, you recede into yourself to immerse yourself in the twisted memories you've of her and you act out. You need to get over her if we are going to make this work."

"I want this to work. I can't imagine my life now without you and believe me, I trust you. I know you are nothing like my mother. Seeing Christian not clothed made me see red. That'll happen with any man who loved his woman."

"You promise me you'll always give me a chance to explain?"

"I promise. I've learnt enough lessons as it is."

"Good."

"But why was christian using your room instead of his?," he asked moments later.

"He lost his keys," she replied with a grin.

"Oh. I don't like the guy."

"You don't have to but you'll be apologizing to him for throwing a punch at him."

"No I won't," he replied superiorly. "He deserved what he got. You should have punched him in the first place."

"I'm against violence."

"It was required," he said as he picked her up to sit her on the kitchen table.

"I've fond memories of this furniture."

She laughed helplessly as she wrapped her arms around his neck to bring his lips to hers. "Me too," she whispered before he claimed her lips.

She had heard Christian and Betty leaving the house a while ago, probably to go fix his nose. So they had the house to themselves and she was ready to give him more amazing memories on the kitchen table.

"I love you." He wanted to say the words as much as he could. He wanted to say it to her hundreds of times everyday of his life.

"I love you too," she said smiling into his eyes.

He moved between her legs and started kissing her again. She unbuttoned his shirt with shaky hands, opening the front to run her hands over his chest.

Nicholas loved her. She still couldn't get over it. She felt like the luckiest woman on earth. He was marrying her for all the right reasons after all.

He removed her jeans and pant, baring her to the cold air. She shivered as the breeze blew on her skin but he was soon there, running his hands all over her. He removed her blouse, leaving her naked in her just her bra.

"I want you naked," she said urgently, wanting to feel his skin on hers.

"Your wish is my command." He stood naked before her in less than a minute and he took off her bra, bringing her into his arms to hug her and press his skin to hers. She moaned at the contact.

"What if someone walks in? We should use the bedroom"

"No. I want to make more memories on this table. We can go to the bedroom later."

He silenced her with a kiss, putting an end to all her protests. She gave in readily to the kiss, not caring if anyone walked in anymore.

She glide her hands over his naked torso down to his manhood. He growled when her hand wrapped around him, squeezing and smoothing her hand up and down his length.

"Ohh..I love you so much Nana." He made a awful lot of incomprehensible sound as she slide off the table to kneel before him, taking him into the heat of her mouth. He groaned as he looked down to see her lips wrapped around him, loving the way she bounced and heaved in all the right places with every motion of her lips up and down his length.

If he died at that moment, it would be without regrets.

He felt his sex swelling and he released in her wet mouth with a shout, supporting himself on the edge of the memorable kitchen table. She licked away every drop of him with relish as he tried to catch his breath.

"I'm going to remember this moment for the rest of my life with you," he said solemnly looking down at her where she still knelt before him.

"Me too."

He helped her rise and helped her onto the table, taking a puckered nipple into his mouth and kneading the other one. She moaned in pleasure,running her shaky fingers through his hair.

He nipped at one rosy nipple and she jerked violently. "You like that?," he asked raising his head to look into her glazed eyes.

She moaned in reply, pushing his head back to the other aching nipple demanding his attention.

"Don't be greedy honey." He raised his head, resisting her push. He brought his hand down to her aching and pulsing nether lips. He ran his finger up and down her wet slit "I'm honoured to be only man you've ever allowed into your body. I'm honoured for the gift of the child you've given me," he said as a hand went to her Caesarean section scar.

He knelt before her, bringing her to the very end of the table. He bent and placed a kiss on the scar. "Thank you."

She felt happy tears prick her eyes. She felt so loved and treasured. She wanted to tell him another baby could be on the way but she kept the news to herself.

"You are all wet and ready," he said as he touched her sex lightly.

"Stop talking." She managed to say through her hazy pleasure. She wanted him touching her, really touching her, not the light touch of his finger on her sex.

"Touch me," she demanded hungrily.

"I'll, if you beg." He braced her legs wide apart, making her lean back on her hands on the table. She was so open before him but she felt comfortable with him.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please what?"

"Touch me, really touch me."

She felt his finger go into her and moaned in ecstasy. His lips joined in the assault to her senses and she came apart while he continued till the last quivers of her pleasure receded.

"I love you," he said as he came up, pushing her bag off the table and leaning her back on it.

The bag made a thumping sound and the contents went flying around on the floor.

She giggled in delight raising up to see him grinning and staring at the scattered content. Her giggling stopped when she saw the grin leave his face suddenly.

"What's that?," he asked. She rose off the table to see he was pointing at the pregnancy test kit.