“Hurt me? No.” She looks at me, somewhat perplexed as I carefully place a pillow behind her head.
“That was foolish of me.” I cup her face in my hands and smile at her. “You’re in no condition to have me manhandling you.”
She takes one of my hands and presses it to her abdomen. “I’m pregnant, Logan. Not on death’s doorstep. Don’t be afraid to hold me.”
“Never.” I pull her into my arms as carefully as I can. The last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt her or our child growing inside her.
“Really, Logan. I’m not going to break.” She kisses me, then presses against me harder.
I want to deepen the kiss, to pin her to the bed and celebrate every bit of happiness and excitement. Making her come, making her scream my name. But won’t that hurt her? I can’t do that. And the things I’ve already been thinking about—rougher play in the bedroom—well, all that has to stop. She’s delicate, more so now than ever.
Easing back, I break our kiss. “We have to be careful, sugar.”
“Careful?” She looks up at me. “No.”
“What?” I don’t understand.
“I don’t want to be careful. I’m pregnant, not made of glass.” She reaches for my cock, palming the hard length of me.
“Quinn, please.” I take her wrist and pull it away.
The hurt that crosses her face is like a punch to my gut, and I instantly regret pulling her hand away. But I can’t let her do anything that might endanger her.
“Why are you like this?” A tear rolls down her cheek. “Keeping things from me, not wanting to touch me—”
“I always want to touch you.”
“But you just—”
“I always want my mouth on that sweet, hot cunt.”
She gasps.
I yank down her pants, taking her panties with them and tossing them in a tangled mess on the floor.
“Logan!” She tries to kick me. “I’m still mad at you.”
I grab her foot and hold it, then spread her legs wide.
“No! You’re being a jerk!” She brings her knee up, but I wrench it back down. A moan escapes her as I pin her hips to the bed and use my shoulders to pin her legs apart. Her pussy is already glistening wet for me. Just the thought of my seed growing in her belly has me salivating to taste her.
She bucks.
I keep her pinned to the bed, though I’m careful not to put any pressure on her abdomen. “You don’t want me to lick you here?” I run my tongue along her slit, getting a thorough taste of her sweet honey.
“Logan!” She grips the sheets in her hands.
“So you don’t want me to do this?” I flick my tongue on her clit, her hips jumping with each impact. “Is that right?”
I move my hands to her ass and squeeze, lifting her cunt to my face like a platter. When I dig in, I bury my tongue inside her, sucking her wet flesh as she arches off the bed. I’ll never hurt her, but I can still pleasure her. My tongue has always given her just what she needs. Even if I want more, I need to control myself now more than ever. Any thoughts I may have had about getting more adventurous have to be put to bed.
Squeezing her ass tighter, I suck her clit between my teeth. She’s moving her hips against me, lost to the sensation of what I’m doing to her. Grinding on my face, she’s chasing her orgasm. I love her like this, so wild and focused on her pleasure.
She takes it, hitting the crest as I tongue her clit. The orgasm washes over her, drowning her in bliss until her body is lax.
I back off onto my knees, then lie beside her and pull her to me. “Are you still mad at me?”
“I’m …”
I kiss her crown.
She sighs. “I have things. Things we need to talk about.” She yawns.
“Like remodeling the closet?”
She makes a hrmph noise. “That and other things.” She yawns again.
“You need rest. I’ll make you a doctor’s appointment for tomorrow. First thing.”
“You did this on purpose.”
“What?” I stroke her back.
“You wore me out so we wouldn’t have to talk about it.”
“Talk about what? How you’ve made me the happiest man in the entire world? How we’re going to have a child with your good looks and kind disposition? I want to talk about all those things and more with you, Quinn.” I kiss her again. I can’t keep my hands off her, roving along her body and just being here with her. “You mean everything to me. You and this child. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You have to know that. My whole life, I’ve dreamed of having a family, having someone like you who loves me just as I am.” I take a deep breath. “And I know I’m not always an easy man to love. Especially when I’m gone for work sometimes. But I want you to know you’re always on my mind. Every second of every day. Everything I do, I do for you.”
I pause, trying to build up the courage to tell her the truth—that I’m not a businessman. I’m a hitman. The best hitman currently working in the underworld. I’ve hidden it from her for so long. Hell, I’ve hidden the ways I want to take her body, to wreck her with my cock, my hands, my tongue. She’s awakened this dark beast inside me that needs to dominate her in the bedroom in ways I can’t put into words. But I can’t come clean about all that. Not when she’s pregnant.
She’s being so patient with me, just listening as I wrestle with all these unfamiliar feelings, feelings that seem like they’re too big to fit inside just one man. But they’re in there, and that’s all because of her.
“The truth is, Quinn.” I take another deep breath. “The truth is, I’m not some mild-mannered businessman. I’m a hitman. A damn good one. But I swear on my life I would never allow that part of my life to hurt you or our children.”
God, that was so fucking hard. I try not to wince as I wait for her reaction.
But all I hear in response is a low, faint snore.
11
Quinn
When I wake the next morning, it’s like nothing happened. There are no visible remnants of me taking a sledgehammer to the wall in the closet. I’m sure if you moved Logan’s clothes to the side, you’d see the few dents I created, but everything else is back in its place.
Logan’s secrets are tucked away again. I’m not sure what to make of it now that I know it’s not some red room of kink. It’s something, though. But once again, my husband managed to distract me from finding out.
“You want bacon?” Logan asks, strolling into the closet.
“I make breakfast around here,” I remind him.
He walks over to me, laying a kiss on me. His hand goes to my stomach, resting there. It had been there most of the night the few times I’d woken. I’d rolled in his arms to give him a kiss with every intention of making love to my husband, but he’d once again gone down on me. He was relentless with that mouth of his. After the third orgasm, it was lights out for me.
“How about I order something?” he suggests.
“How are you even hungry? You ate me to death,” I snap.