The trip to the store worked like I hoped it would. Carla seems more relaxed as I drive us back to Trinity.
Once we’re back in the suite, I carry the bag to Carla’s room. I place the supplements with the other vitamins, and I position the stuffed animal against her pillows. When I set the stretch mark cream on the bedside table, I say, “That’s for later. I’m going to shower before we go for dinner.”
“Can we order in?” Carla asks.
I notice a nervous flutter on her face, and moving closer to her, I tilt my head. “Is there a reason why you don’t want to eat at the restaurant?”
She shrugs and lifting a hand, she begins to fidget with the hem of my shirt, then she mumbles, “It feels like the other students can see the word pregnancy written all over my face.”
I raise a hand, and placing a finger beneath her chin, I nudge her face up so she’ll look at me. “Even if they could, and when they find out, it doesn’t matter. What matters is you, me, and our baby. Nothing else.”
A heartrending expression makes Carla more beautiful than she’s ever been. “Noah…” she breathes, “the three of us sounds like a family.”
My mouth curves up. “Yeah.”
Her chin begins to tremble. “I never thought I’d get to have a family with you.”
I press a soft kiss to her quivering lips, and placing my hand over her stomach, I murmur, “Mine.”
Chapter 18
CARLA
As I throw the covers on my bed back, Noah comes into my bedroom. I notice how he locks the door behind him before he moves closer to me.
His eyes drift over my shorts and t-shirt, and then his lips curve up as he murmurs, “You’re a little overdressed.”
“Yeah?”
Noah takes hold of my shirt and pulls it over my head. I push my shorts down my legs and kick them to the side.
His gaze drops to my panties, and then his eyes flick back up to mine. “Everything.”
I can’t keep the wide smile from spreading over my face as I step out of my underwear.
I drop my voice low as I ask, “Now that you have me all naked, what are you planning to do with me?”
Noah tips his head at the bed. “Lie down on your back.”
I do as he says, but then he reaches for the stretch mark lotion, and I let out a burst of laughter. “Ooooh… am I getting a massage?”
A sexy smirk tugs at Noah’s lips as he positions himself between my knees. He takes off his shirt, giving me a perfect view of his chest, abs, and those hot as hell muscles disappearing into his sweatpants. Squirting some lotion into his palm, he warms it before his hands settle on my sides.
My gaze follows his movements as he works his way up to my breasts, every now and then, adding more lotion. When his hands slip down to my thighs, my eyes drift to his face.
It’s been a month since Noah kissed me for the first time, and I still marvel at the thought that my dream came true.
He’s mine. I’m carrying his child.
Everything happened so fast I don’t think it will start to sink in any time soon.
Noah must’ve noticed that my mind drifted because his palm cups me between my legs, and he pushes a finger inside me.
My eyes focus on his face, and seeing the dominance burning in his hazel gaze makes me part my legs wider for him. He massages me lightly until need begins to pour into my veins.
Then he surprises me by pulling his hand away from me and saying, “Turn on your stomach.”
I turn over, and before I can start wondering what he’s up to, his hands spread lotion over my back. My eyes drift shut as I let out a moan, murmuring, “Heavenly.”
I’m a second away from falling asleep when Noah’s hand slips between my legs, and he begins to rub me hard. My head clears of all sleep, and soon he has me grinding back against him. I can feel the orgasm building, but then Noah stops, drawing a frustrated groan from me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as he steps out of his sweatpants, and then he lies down beside me. He pulls me onto my side, and, pushing my legs apart with his own, he positions himself at my entrance.
Entering me with a hard thrust, Noah’s mouth latches onto my neck. He pushes his right arm under my head, wrapping it around me, while his left hand finds my clit.
His thrusts grow hard and deep, and each one feels as if he’s trying to permanently brand me. Having him seize my body in such a controlling way makes me spiral into a state of bliss.
Just when I think it can’t get any better, Noah’s thrusts speed up, and the friction sets my body on fire as pleasure shudders through me. It’s more intense than I’m used to, and I can only manage silent gasps.