Now her passion had cornered her again. This time the consequences were far greater than a soiled reputation. She was going to be in charge of another life. How long would Nash want to be in the baby’s life? Would he honestly be a hands-on father? He hadn’t grown up with a dad so perhaps he truly did want to give this child a better life.
Lily hated all the unknowns that surrounded them, but her doctor said she needed to relax and she would do anything to ensure a healthy baby. Maybe she hadn’t planned on a child, but the reality was, she was going to have one. There was a little being inside of her right now with a heartbeat of its own, growing each and every day. Angry as she may be at herself for allowing this to happen, she couldn’t deny that she loved this baby already. If that meant relaxing with Nash for the next several weeks or even months, she wouldn’t argue.
She’d wondered how they would work if they tried for something more serious, more than just ripping each other’s clothes off at every opportunity. How would they mesh together in reality?
Looked like she was about to get her chance to find out.
Six
He was screwed. Royally, utterly screwed. He’d wanted to open up to her, wanted to start paving the way for an honest relationship. Or at least some type of relationship, considering she was carrying his child and he was developing stronger feelings for her.
Nash still couldn’t put a title on whatever they had going because all their “relationship” consisted of so far was hot, fast sex in a stable loft and a surprise baby. He didn’t know what the hell the next logical step would be because nothing about the entire past two months had been logical.
But Lily deserved the truth and Nash was too much of a coward to give it to her. He’d had an opening last night when they’d been halfway clothed and just talking. Such an emotionally intimate moment hadn’t happened between them before, but that moment slipped by about as quickly as he’d taken off her silky gown. Yet again, he’d let passion override anything else. His need to have her consumed him and he didn’t even try to push it aside and reveal his secrets.
Desire was easier to deal with than the harsh realities waiting them both.
Even when she’d spent the night in his bed, he had time to open up. Yet here he was making breakfast on a Saturday morning like some domestic family man when so many secrets hovered between them.
Soon, he’d reveal the truth—or at least all he was able to.
Damn it. He wanted more from her than sex. He hadn’t expected this...whatever “this” was. The fact so many lies lay between them only cheapened anything they would start to build together, but being stuck between the rock and the proverbial hard place was a position he’d wedged himself into. And he wasn’t going to be able to come out any time soon.
How the hell was he supposed to know he’d start actually wanting more from Lily? He hadn’t planned on a baby, hadn’t planned on Lily being a permanent fixture in his life. Of course now she’d be part of his life no matter what, but beyond the baby, he wanted more.
Nash scooped up the cheesy, veggie-filled omelet and slid it onto the plate. After pouring a tall glass of juice, he headed toward the bedroom where he’d left Lily sleeping.
Gripping the plate and glass, Nash turned into the bedroom and froze in the doorway at the seductive sight before him. Those creamy shoulders against his dark sheets had his body responded instantly. He never had a woman pull so many emotions from him, have him so tangled in knots and have him questioning every motive he had for furthering his career.
But Lily had a power over him that scared him to death, because once she uncovered all of his secrets—and there were many—she’d never want to see him again. Now that he’d realized he wanted more from her, he also had another revelation—Lily would end up hurt in the end and because he was slowly opening to her, he would be destroyed, as well.
He had nobody to blame but himself.
Being cut from her life, from their child’s life was not an option. She may hate men who used money and power to get what they wanted, but he wouldn’t back down, not when his child was the central point.
Nash moved into the room, setting the plate and glass on the nightstand. Easing down onto the bed, Nash rested his hip next to hers. Those sheets had never looked better, gliding over and across Lily’s curves and silky skin, making her look like a pinup model.
The urge to peel down those covers and reveal her natural beauty overwhelmed him. He’d gotten her from the trailer to his rental home. He was easing her into his life slowly. The ache to be closer to her exploded inside him. He had to touch her, had to feel that delicate skin beneath his rough hands.