Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“You growing a lion in there?” He nips my neck.
“I’m not growing a lion!”
“A tiger?”
“Not funny.”
“A bear?”
I wriggle to get free, and his arms tighten. “It’s my baby!”
He smiles into my skin. “It’s our baby, and I’m teasing you.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Your body needs food. Why is that embarrassing?”
“Because this hasn’t happened before. Food is the last thing I think about in the mornings. Yet this morning, the first morning things are normal for me, and I wake you up with a growling stomach.”
He tenses, splaying his palm against my lower stomach. “Time to talk.”
“I need to eat something.” Anxiety kicks in at the thought of talking.
“Your mom sent me to bed with provisions.” He curls us up, gently lifting me to sit.
My dresser has a basket full of bananas, apples, crackers, bagels, and a jar of peanut butter. I haven’t eaten a bagel since the last incident and suddenly my mouth waters.
“Better than fucking tea and ginger drops?”
“Major.” I press my lips together when he spears me with a glacial glare.
“No more, Julianna. No more secrets or hiding.”
“I was processing.”
“You process with me. You have a problem, you come to me. You fucking run into Darla Strauss the day you find out about our child, you come to me!”
“They rushed my dad to the ER!”
“And you knew within two days he was fine.”
“I was processing,” I mutter again, focusing on the hem of my sheets.
He slips out of bed, my gaze traveling over his muscular form. The lines and swirls of ink covering his tanned skin, the bulk of his chest and arms that held me tight. My eyes land on the hard length of him pressed against his boxers. My mouth waters for a different reason. It occurs to me that since he returned from South America, this has been the longest we’ve gone without seeing each other.
“Babe?” he calls to me, but I stay glued to his groin, remembering our last morning together.
My nipples tingle as a rush of desire shoots through my system.
“Julianna?” he snaps his fingers, pulling my attention to his smirking face. “You want to get me kicked out of your room?”
“No, I missed you. All of you.”
His own eyes flare, holding mine captive. “Fuck.” He stalks back to bed, dropping a banana on the nightstand before picking me up and hitching my legs around his hips.
A little squeak escapes when he lands in the middle of the bed, bouncing slightly and keeping me cradled to him. In this position, his cock rubs against me in the perfect position.
My body comes alive and I grind down.
“Baby, there’s only so much I can take.”
“I can’t help it. I need you.”
“I need you, too, but let’s tamper it down a minute.”
His words pierce into my skin, and I see the determination set hard on his features.
I still, sucking back a shaky breath. “I understand. Having sex is what got us into this predicament.”
His eyes flare again, this time with a fiery hunger so fierce I stop breathing. “You think I’m turning you down?” He thrusts up. “That right there, my cock so fucking hard it hurts. Been that way since I crawled into bed. Out of habit, slid in beside you naked. Then the scent of you coating the sheets and thinking about the last time I was inside you had me stroking myself. Had to put on some shorts and remind myself where we are.”
Now, my imagination takes off with the image of him stroking himself.
“Jesus, give a man a break,” he pleads.
“What?”
“Baby, if we were at home, or anywhere outside of hearing distance from your family, and your face took on that look, you’d be on your back taking me.”
This image replaces his stroking himself, and I bite my lip, almost feeling the pulse of him pounding into me.
“Holding on by a thin thread,” he cautions, and I shake all thoughts from my head.
“Okay, I’ll try to stay unaffected. But this is your fault.”
He blows out an exasperated breath, casting a glance at the ceiling. “I’ll regret this, but how is it my fault?”
“You’re hot and sexy… and all this.” I gesture to his toned body. “And I’m a pregnant woman with ovary overload. Pregnant women are rich in hormones, which results in an active sex drive.”
His lips curl into a wicked grin. “Are you saying you’re horny, and until our baby comes, you want to use me to get off?”
“Something like that. But I suspect it won’t be until the baby is born because by then I’ll be so big, sex won’t be possible.”
“Sex will be possible.”
“No, really, have you seen the last stages of pregnancy on a woman? A lot happens.”
“It’s not safe?”
“Of course, it’s safe, just not very sexy.”
“Find that hard to believe.”
“We’ll see.”
His grin dies, and he brings his mouth to mine. “Never doubt my desire for you, Jewls. Baby or not, you are the sexiest woman in my world. Nothing will change that.”