Baby Twins to Bind Them (Mills & Boon Medical) Read online

  She picked up her bra and Steele took it from her hands.

  He placed it beneath her breasts and did it up at the back and while he did so she could feel his breath on her shoulder and she was more than a little aware of his erection through his trousers. He took one of her breasts and gently stuffed it into the fabric but his hand stayed in there, stroking her, teasing her, and she sat still as his lips started to nuzzle the other one, licking and sucking at her nipple, stretching it with his lips as her hands moved to his head and urged him for more contact. But then he stopped. She looked down as he went to tuck her wet, very aroused breast back into her bra, and she decided he was cruel, so cruel that she knew if she didn’t relent they would be sitting eating a curry or watching a movie about half an hour from now.

  ‘Okay.’ Her voice was all husky and she didn’t really recognise it as hers. She cleared her throat, but it still sounded the same.

  ‘As you know, my parents are Italian,’ Candy said, and her head was on his shoulder as he unhooked her bra again.

  ‘Okay.’

  ‘Strict,’ she said. His hands were now on her hips and she lifted her bottom to allow for him to take her panties down.

  ‘Go on,’ Steele said, which was contrary to his words because he was kneeling with his mouth on hers as she spoke.

  ‘And they chose the most beautiful name that means pure and innocent...’ she said, and she felt the stretch of his lips on hers as he smiled as she told him what she had sworn she wouldn’t. ‘And then when I hit my teenage years I noticed that people started to snicker and...’

  ‘What is it?’ Steele asked.

  ‘What’s the medical term for thrush?’

  He pulled back and smiled. ‘Candida.’

  ‘Which is why I became Candy. Sadly, not to my parents. They still insist on calling me by my full name.’

  ‘Were you teased?’ he said to her mouth as his hand parted her thighs and his fingers slipped inside her.

  Mercilessly.

  ‘Poor baby...’ Steele said.

  ‘Oh...’ Candy moaned, her thighs quivering.

  He felt her thighs clamp around his hand and her head rest on his shoulder and there was that blissful choice whether to feel her come now or dive in for the pleasure.

  Greed won.

  He removed his hand and she let out a small sob of frustration combined with bliss as he stood and she sat naked, a breath away from him as he slid down his zipper and undressed. He handed her a condom and she shook her head.

  ‘You do it.’

  ‘You.’

  Okay, she was bad at this part, except his erection was at her cheeks and she was licking her lips as she undid the foil. She had never seen something so lovely, so fierce, so tempting, and the quicker she did this and the quicker she came were very good incentives to get it on.

  She played for a moment, loving the feel of him naked in her hands, teasing him with hot breaths to the head, cupping him in her hand.

  ‘Candy.’

  His voice was deeper, if at all possible, impatient and deliciously stern, and she would have loved to find out what might happen if she teased him further, dragged this out a little longer. Instead, she briefly looked up at chocolate-brown eyes that made her feel as sexy as hell.

  ‘Put it on,’ he said.

  She did as she was told, unravelling it along his lovely thick length and deliberately taking her time, loving the sound of his sharp breathing and then the impatient way he pushed her hands away when the job was done.

  He pushed her shoulder lightly and it was like dominoes falling, because she toppled back on the bed and he lifted her legs abruptly for daring to keep him waiting. She was compliant, wonderfully so. Talk about boys to men, Candy thought as he seared inside her and then she wrapped her legs around him. It was like comparing apples to oranges. He knew exactly what to do as he moved deep inside her. His erection was so strong and fierce that each thrust took her to a place she had never been before.

  ‘I’m going to come,’ she said almost in apology, watching, feeling, arching to the bliss of him searing inside.

  ‘I think that’s the point,’ he said, trying to hold on, revelling in the tight grip of her muscles and the tension of her as she came. It was so deep, so heavy, so intense that Candy briefly wondered if she’d even had an orgasm before.

  He kept making love to her through it. She wanted to catch her breath, but then she didn’t, for she loved the feel of him taking her as she came. Then she lost her head a little, stopped thinking about anything other than a very small bedroom and a whole lot of pleasure. Steele was looking down at her and then he stilled and she sobbed in pleasure as he started thrusting faster and released into her. To not come again would have proved impossible, to feel his tension release, to see this beautiful man above her and feel him come deep inside shot her into orbit again, her hand pushing at his chest, at the delicious hurt of a sensitive orgasm.

  No regrets, never, she swore as, still inside, he collapsed onto her and they breathed their way back to consciousness.

  He lay there, inhaling the scent of her hair, feeling her legs loosen and lower to the floor, and he knew this was different. Never had he been more perfectly matched in the bedroom. Her inexperience counted more than she knew for she melded to him, moulded to him. It was all he could do not to gather her things and carry her home.

  And then normal service returned to his brain and he kissed her instead of saying the thoughts in his mind.

  They ate at her favourite takeaway. A Formica table and cheap plates yet they fell on their food like savages, rather aware that sustenance might be needed later in this night, and then they headed for the movies.

  ‘Sad or dark?’ Steele offered.

  ‘Dark,’ Candy said.

  They went to the blackest, grimmest, yet funniest film. He did watch it intently, yet the only reason he couldn’t concentrate fully wasn’t the What the hell did you bring me here for? vibe.

  It was the I really have to touch you vibe that was coming from him.

  ‘Stop it,’ Candy said as his hand moved up her warm thigh and his mouth went for her neck. ‘Concentrate.’

  Futile words.

  They were like teenagers, and that had been a long time ago for Steele and never for Candy. Those years she’d been keeping Franco at arm’s length, not dropping her popcorn on the floor and necking.

  ‘I’m going to have to come and see this alone.’

  ‘So am I.’ She smiled and got back to kissing him.

  This was heading for morning, Steele knew.

  This was heading to tomorrow evening and tomorrow night and the next morning too.

  He had this vision of her parents arriving on the doorstep as her legs were behind her ears.

  ‘Come back to mine tonight,’ he said between kisses.

  ‘Yes, please,’ she agreed.

  They weren’t ready to be apart any time soon.

  CHAPTER SIX

  ‘HOW ARE YOU, Miss Anderson?’ Steele asked the following Monday morning as he did his rounds.

  ‘Macey.’

  ‘How are you feeling, Macey?’

  ‘A bit better.’

  ‘That’s very nice to hear,’ he said as he examined her.

  ‘How was your weekend?’ Macey asked him.

  ‘It was very nice,’ he said, and she gave a soft smile.

  He and Candy had been with each other for a week now. It had been the most intense week of either of their lives. Every available moment they had was spent together. Perhaps, aware how limited their time was, they were determined to make every moment count and were completely into each other. They were both exhausted but in the nicest of ways—between work and sex and eating, and dancing and drives at night just so Candy could find out what it was like to do it in a car, they were sleep deprived and loving it.

  ‘Is Candy on this morning?’ Macey asked, oh, so casually.

  Steele answered a beat too late. ‘I’m not sure what nurses
are working this morning.’

  ‘Well, I hope that she is. I haven’t seen her for a few days.’

  ‘I think she works in Emergency as well,’ Steele said. ‘From memory.’

  ‘Does that mean that I won’t get to see her again?’ Macey fretted, or rather pretended to fret.

  Steele knew when he was being played and he didn’t mind a bit; he liked it that Macey was starting to notice things that were going on around her. ‘I think Candy might be on duty later in the week.’

  ‘Oh, that’s good to know.’ Macey smiled.

  He had, on admission and again last week, interviewed Macey extensively and she had revealed nothing more but Steele pushed on. He knew where they were heading.

  ‘I saw your picture in the corridor,’ he said. ‘They’re putting up pictures of the history of the hospital as a part of the renovations. Emergency is getting a makeover at the moment and so too is the entrance corridor.’

  Macey said nothing at first. She didn’t want to hear about the changes to the hospital she had loved. It had been such a huge part of her life. ‘I don’t like hearing about renovations,’ she said finally. ‘I like remembering it as it was.’

  ‘Things change,’ Steele said. ‘Not all things, though. Anyway, I saw you in one of the photographs. It looked as if you were getting a medal or a badge in the gardens...’

  Macey’s eyes filled with tears as she remembered those days.

  ‘Can you talk to me?’

  She shook her head.

  ‘I want to see if I can help.’

  ‘Well, you can’t.’

  ‘Okay.’ He knew not to push her. Macey was starting to come out of her emotional collapse a little. The medicines were starting to help and she was engaging with the nursing staff and the occupational therapist.

  He knew there was more, though, and that night he told Candy as he cooked them a stir-fry.

  ‘Macey’s holding out on me.’

  ‘Maybe not,’ Candy said.

  ‘Oh, I’m pretty certain that she is.’

  ‘How do you know?’

  ‘I just know.’ He smiled. ‘Can you pass me the oyster sauce?’

  She jumped down and went to the cupboard and got it for him.

  ‘I hate this kitchen,’ Steele said. ‘It’s really badly thought out.’

  ‘I hate kitchens, full stop,’ she said. ‘You like cooking?’

  ‘Not really,’ he said, ‘but I like eating.’

  ‘Did you...?’ Candy stopped. She’d been about to ask if he’d done the cooking when he’d been married. It was, she guessed, a no-go area, so she swiftly changed what she had been about to say. ‘So why did you buy it if you hate it so much?

  ‘It’s just a serviced apartment.’ Steele answered her question while knowing what she’d been about to say. He was used to avoiding such subjects with women he dated but Candy, or rather his feelings for her, was unlike any he had known and he was starting to come to grips with answering the tricky questions for her. For now, though, he was glad she had changed what she’d been about to say. ‘All my stuff is in storage. Which is why I have to work out things like the coffee machine.’

  ‘Oh! I thought you just need glasses. Well, I guess that accounts for the terrible pictures on the walls.’

  ‘I was about to say all my stuff is in storage apart from the pictures,’ he said, and then grinned at her pained expression. ‘Joke.’

  ‘Thank goodness.’

  She opened the bottle as he stirred in the beef. The smell was incredibly strong, and she headed to the sink for a drink and took a few breaths, not wanting to show how the smell had affected her.

  Tiny spots were dancing in her eyes and she was sure that if she said anything then Steele would simply tell her, as her parents had, to cut down on the extra shifts that she was working.

  ‘Are you okay?’ he asked.

  ‘Fine,’ she said as she ran a glass under the tap. ‘I’m just thirsty.’

  ‘You’re wrecked,’ Steele said. He turned off the wok and came over and turned her to face him. ‘You need an early night.’

  She smiled up at him. ‘Our early nights are possibly the reason that I’m so tired.’

  ‘I’m serious,’ he said. He looked at her pale features and felt a touch guilty that she had been burning the candle at both ends. ‘Why don’t you go to bed?’ he suggested. ‘To sleep—a decent sleep.’

  ‘It’s seven o’clock.’

  ‘Go to bed,’ Steele said, ‘and I mean to sleep. You need it.’

  ‘I think I might.’

  Because they could, because they were both tired, for no other reason than they wanted to, when Steele had served up their meals they headed to the bedroom, stripped off, Steele closed the curtains and they ate dinner in bed while watching the news. Candy felt very spoiled and very lazy as he took their empty plates through to the kitchen.

  ‘I don’t think I’ve been to bed at this time since I was seven years old,’ she said as Steele climbed back into bed. ‘I used to beg to stay up then!’

  ‘Do you want to watch a movie or just go to sleep?’ he asked, and they shared a very nice kiss.

  ‘I just want to sleep.’ She sighed, wriggling down in the covers and getting comfortable with him.

  ‘Then do.’

  She lay on his chest, delighted with their early night, feeling the lovely crinkly hair on his stomach and wondering if she’d ever been happier. ‘I love your stomach,’ Candy said.

  ‘If you want to sleep you’d better stop playing with it, then.’

  She didn’t.

  She thought back to what she’d been about to ask in the kitchen. Whether Steele had done the cooking or if his wife had was irrelevant, she knew. There was other stuff she’d like to know, though. ‘Can I ask you something?’

  ‘You can,’ he said, staring into the semi-dark and sort of knowing what was coming and wondering how he’d answer it.

  ‘Why did your marriage break up?

  ‘We just didn’t work out,’ Steele said. Then he went to add his spiel about they’d been too young, or they’d just grown apart, yet he and Candy had always been honest with each other. They were so honest with each other that it sometimes took his breath away. Which meant he didn’t want to be evasive now, yet he had never told anyone the reason for the break-up. He’d never told anyone apart from his ex-wife that he was infertile.

  And when he had told Annie, she hadn’t taken the news well.

  ‘I haven’t really talked about it before,’ Steele admitted.

  ‘Were you a wife basher?’ Candy whispered.

  ‘No.’ He laughed.

  ‘Then it doesn’t matter,’ Candy said, and gave him a light kiss on the chest. ‘You don’t have to answer.’

  He wanted to, though.

  ‘Annie and I got married when I was twenty-three and she was twenty-six. We’d been going out for years,’ Steele said. ‘We bought the house, the dog, all good...’

  Candy didn’t like that.

  It was funny but she felt the little stiffening of her body as he gave his past a name and an age but then she breathed out through her nostrils and lay there, waiting for him to continue. ‘Then Annie decided, or rather we both decided, to start a family.’

  ‘She decided or both?’ Candy checked.

  ‘I thought we should wait but Annie really wanted children so we went for it but nothing happened,’ Steele said. ‘And then nothing kept on happening. I went and had a test—they usually check for issues with the guy first as it’s far less invasive—and so we found out, pretty much straight away, that the problem was me. I’m infertile.’ He waited for her to stiffen again, or some sign of tension, or what, he didn’t know, but instead she looked up at him through the darkness. ‘That’s why you broke up?’

  ‘Pretty much. Annie was devastated. I mean, the news completely sent her into a spin.’

  ‘You broke up just because of that?’ Candy asked. She really didn’t understand.

  ‘
It causes a big strain in a marriage. Then there was all her family and how they dealt with the news.’ Steele let out a sigh. ‘Can you imagine your family’s reaction if you told them that your husband was infertile?’

  Candy thought for a moment and she could and so she answered him honestly. ‘One, I’m not very keen on getting married...’

  ‘Come on.’

  ‘Seriously, I’m not,’ she said. ‘Two, I wouldn’t tell them—it’s none of their business. I might tell them that we were having problems if they nagged enough.’ She thought about it some more. ‘Steele, I do everything I can not to discuss sex and such with them—I still hide my Pills in my handbag.’

  ‘I guess.’ He smiled. ‘After all, you hid me in the bedroom.’

  Candy nodded to his chest. ‘So I certainly wouldn’t be discussing my partner’s sperm count with them.’

  Steele gave a low laugh.

  ‘You said that she’d been back in touch?’ she ventured.

  ‘Yep, her second marriage has broken up and she asked if I would consider giving us another go, though with one proviso—there have been a lot of advances in technology apparently...’

  ‘What a cow!’

  He smiled. ‘My thoughts at the time—well, a little less politely put in my head. I just hung up on her.’

  ‘You didn’t consider it.’

  ‘I don’t love her any more,’ he said. ‘I haven’t for a long time.’

  He looked a little more closely into the timeline of his marriage and divorce, something he rarely did. ‘When I found out that I probably couldn’t be a father and Annie had wrapped her head around the news, she lined us up for this battery of tests and investigations. She started to talk about donor sperm and, to be completely honest...’ Steele hesitated; it hurt to be honest at times. ‘I think I knew then that we had more problems than my infertility.’

  ‘Like?’

  He had never really examined it. He’d just shoved that into the too-hard basket, but lying there, her fingers on his stomach and her breath on his chest, he felt able to go further. ‘Well, I’d always planned on being the complete opposite to my parents with my children. I didn’t want boarding school or that sort of thing. I wanted to be a real hands-on father. When we first started trying to have a baby, though I thought we were maybe jumping in rather too soon, I was also looking forward to it. I think we all assume, or at least I did, that I’d be a parent one day. When I got the results I suddenly lost all that. I told Annie and she sobbed and she cried and then she had to go to her family and wail with them. It went on for weeks, and do you know what, Candy?’