Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“No, but you can call me if I’m not here and tell me all about it,” he says, and fuck…he’s serious. That’s not a joke. “I will totally commiserate with you.”
And that, right there.
That brutally honest offer of true empathy hits me straight in the middle of my chest, which squeezes to the point I can’t breathe. We stare at each other a moment, and my mind races to make a joke.
Talk about the weather.
Hell, I’d take another round of vomit to make this sensation go away.
If I was feeling okay, I’d distract him with sex, but that’s out.
But then my lungs sort of expand and I’m able to take a breath in. When I blow it out, the tension is gone and I feel back to normal.
Sort of.
I still know without a doubt that Luc is in this for the long haul with this pregnancy. Put what we have in bed aside, he wants to help me.
I don’t know what to do with that. I’m not sure I can handle the feelings that are being produced. Outside of Hilda, there’s never been anyone who looked out for me, and it’s incongruous to everything I’ve ever learned in life about people and relationships.
So I move past it until I can figure it out.
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and tell you that you aren’t getting any this morning,” I tell Luc sadly. Yes, I’m sad because I was very much looking forward to getting naked and carnal with him again. “I need to let my stomach settle a bit.”
“I don’t mind,” he assures me, because despite everything, Luc is a gentleman.
“Why don’t you head out and go enjoy your day,” I suggest kindly. “Salvage your Sunday. I’m going to lie on the couch and take it easy this morning.”
“Like I said…you’re cute,” he says with a smirk, and then pushes up off the floor. Staring down at me, he points to the sink. “Brush your teeth, because while I may not be fucking you, I will be kissing you at some point.”
I just blink at him in a daze, not really understanding. “Huh?”
“I’m going to hang out with you here,” he says, but then amends, “actually, I’m going to have you tell me what does sound good for breakfast and I’m going to get it for you, and then I’m going to hang out with you. We can watch movies on the couch, and if you’re feeling better later I can fondle you. It will be a great Sunday, trust me.”
It’s absolutely impossible for me not to smile, and he takes this as my assent as he holds his hand out to me. I clutch it hard and he pulls me up from the floor so quickly I stumble and fall into him. His hands go to my shoulders to steady me, but he pulls his head back from me with an exaggerated grimace.
“You are not kissing me until you brush the vomit out of your mouth,” he scolds as he turns me toward the sink.
I shrug his hands off me and growl as I snap up my toothbrush. “I wasn’t trying to kiss you, jackass. I stumbled into you.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” he says as he slaps me on my ass.
I give a tiny yelp as I whip around to glare at him, and I consider kicking him in the nuts, but then I melt when I see the intense expression on his face. It’s filled with wonder and awe. “You are so fucking sexy when you get mad.”
I roll my eyes at him and turn to grab the toothpaste, putting a little too much on the brush before I jam it into my mouth. I look at my reflection above the sink and try to ignore Luc.
This becomes impossible when he steps up behind me.
I brush my teeth and try to ignore the goose bumps that break out when his hands come to my hips. He stands a good foot taller than me, so he simply looks at me in the mirror over my head.
With his eyes locked on mine, my brush goes still in my mouth when he squeezes me gently. “You are so fucking sexy all the time.”
I just stand there, almost hypnotized by the deep rumble of his voice and the way his eyes hold me with their intensity.
“Even with your vomit breath and hairy legs, I still have a hard-on for you.”
And to prove this, he steps into me, pressing his erection into my lower back. My eyes flutter shut for a moment, and when they open, his gaze has softened.
After pressing his lips to the back of my head, he says, “Now what do you want to eat for breakfast?”
I blink once, then again, mentally shaking myself out of my Luc-induced trance. Leaning over the sink, I spit out my toothpaste and look back up at his reflection.