“I can’t believe we have two babies growing in here,” he whispers.
I smile when he shifts, so he’s eye-level with my stomach.
“It’s beautiful.” He lifts up to focus on me with compassionate eyes. “You’re fucking beautiful.” He lowers his head and places his lips against my stomach. “Fucking perfection.”
I miss his touch as soon as he pulls away and makes himself comfortable on his side. The smile that’s been plastered to his lips since I gave him the okay is still there while he stares down at me.
He’s waiting for me to tell him not to call me beautiful, to make a sarcastic comment, because that’s what I do when conversations get heavy.
“What are you thinking?” he finally asks.
That your touch calms me more than a lavender bath and an expensive massage. That I wish we hadn’t agreed to keep things platonic because the things I want to do with you right now are far from that.
“I’m thinking …” It takes me a second to come up with something. “I’m thinking today is officially the weirdest day of my life.”
He cocks his head to the side. “That’s what’s heavy on your mind?”
I gulp. “Yep.”
“You seemed to be in deep thought about that,” he argues, running a finger over his chin.
“It’s a deep subject.” Oh, hell. Let’s put our attention back on people getting arrested, please.
“Fuck, I wish I could read your mind right now, but I’ll run with your answer.”
I scrunch up my brows in question.
“I’ll act like I’m convinced with the weirdest-day-of-your-life lie.” A grin plays at his thick lips. “Today was weirder than the time one of Stella’s stalkers broke into her house, dressed as a housekeeper, and begged her to wear black lipstick while going down on him?” He chuckles. “And, if I remember correctly, you tasered him before I even made it into the room.”
“Asshole deserved it,” I mutter.
He bursts out in laughter. Real laughter. I feel like I’ve hit the jackpot every time I get that from him.
“I’ll have to call it a tie between the two.”
“I’ll take that and agree that getting stranded with you has been eventful. The plus is, I’ll always remember this. We’ve formed a stronger relationship and learned more about each other in a day than we did throughout years of working together. So, thank you for the good memories and not bailing on me. Eating ramen noodles and watching a Cops marathon all alone wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun.”
I lower my head to hide the cheesy smile biting at me. He needs to stop talking like this if he wants to stay on the just-friends level. I lift my gaze when he scoots in closer, wiping out the small distance between us, and his eyes soften as he drinks me in.
I play with the chain of my necklace. “What are you thinking?”
It’s my turn to ask the questions. Hopefully, he won’t lie like I did.
His jaw flexes. “You want to know the truth?”
“Of course.”
“What I’m thinking is, how bad I want to kiss you right now,” he answers with no hesitation.
Anticipation drives through my body and straight between my legs, but I keep a calm face. “Then, what’s stopping you?”
Adios, platonic, co-parenting plans. Hello, making shit complicated.
At least it’ll come with an orgasm. Hopefully.
He grins. “Good point.”
My tongue darts out to wet my lips at the same time he presses his mouth to mine. He sucks on the tip of my tongue before dipping his into my mouth. I’ve never found the taste of generic toothpaste so delectable. Our lips slide against each other, as if we’d been doing this for years.
My heart pounds when he lifts up to move over me, keeping our lips connected, and I open my legs to allow him enough room to slide between them. I take in a deep breath when his mouth leaves mine to trail kisses down the curve of my neck.
He’s slanted over me, careful of my stomach, and all I’m staring at is his erection straining through the thin gym shorts. My pulse races when I remember how big he is and how electrifying he felt inside me last time. No time is wasted before he rubs his fullness against my core to hit my most sensitive spot. I’m close to having an orgasm before we’ve even started.
It won’t take much. I haven’t been touched in forever, and if he’s telling the truth, neither has he. We need to take this slow if we want it to last.
Unfortunately, what I need isn’t what my body wants.
I need to get off.
I need this to last longer.
Why does this man constantly seem to drag out mixed emotions?
“More,” I beg and squirm underneath him. So much for wanting this to last longer. “I need more.”
More touching. More kissing. More of him everywhere.
My back arches when his mouth returns to mine. This kiss is different than the soft one before. It’s greedy. Untamed. Eager.
“Where do you want more?” he asks against my lips.
“Everywhere,” I moan out.
He groans deep from his throat when I run my foot up and down his leg and start moving into him more aggressive than what’s appropriate. I shift until his cock hits me in the perfect spot, and then I grind against him.
He uses a single finger to untie my shorts, and I wiggle out of them in seconds, desire blazing through me. He doesn’t bother removing my panties. Doesn’t see them as a challenge.
Instead, he pushes the lace to the side and gives my clit the attention I’ve been dying for, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb.
I gasp when he slowly slips a finger inside me while still giving me the feel of his cock. His thick finger gracefully moves in and out of me. Not how I want it. I move against him harder to tip him off on how I need it.
“Slow down, baby,” he says with a laugh. “You keep doing that, and my dick is going to explode. You probably want this to last longer than a few minutes.”
“I don’t care how long it lasts if I get what I want,” I mutter.
He chuckles and shoves another finger into me without warning. He gives me rough. “That better?”
“God, yes,” I moan out in response.
“I have something you’ll enjoy even more.”
He dips his fingers out of me in order to grab the strings of his shorts.
Finally. This is what I need.
The sound of a phone ringing startles me.
His hand drops from his shorts, and he curses under his breath. My heart beats wildly when he places them in his mouth and sucks on them on the way to his gym bag. I can’t stop staring at the outline of his swollen cock when he opens the bag and grabs his phone.
We were right there.
Right freaking there.
My vagina does not deserve this.
He checks the caller before answering.
“Hello?” He drops down in the chair and expels a stressed breath. “Hey, honey. How’s camp?” he croaks out. “What’s wrong? You’re feeling homesick? That happened to me my first time there, too.” He pauses. “I promise.”
I catch my breath when he falls quiet again.
“You know what helped me? I wrote my parents a letter, telling them all the cool stuff I was doing there. I’ll ask your counselor to mail it out for you, and I should get it before I pick you up.”