“What’s wrong? You don’t believe me?” he continues, not letting go of this awkward subject.
“Oh no, I do,” I mutter. “It’s just the type of conversation you don’t have with a pregnant woman without a partner. You know, it’s just not advisable.”
“Oh right, the hormones.” He grimaces hopelessly. “Is it that bad?”
He’s asking the question that should remain unanswered, because the more I think about it, the more I work myself up. Kitty could start a whole debate on this subject.
“Yeah, pretty bad. Bad enough that I’d probably do you again.” I swat him with a pillow, teasing him in a friendly and relaxed way.
He doesn’t respond immediately, and when I take a glance at him he is removing his glasses and placing them on the nightstand. He’s roughly running his hands through his hair, and I feel the sheets move until the heat attacks my skin and his body is in line with mine.
My heart is beating a million times a minute and my vocal cords appear to be out of order as I beg him silently to back off, knowing full well I am the weak one.
“Presley?” he murmurs gently into my ear.
With his body in close proximity, the words cannot be communicated, so I turn my head until our eyes are locked onto each other.
“Then do it,” he whispers, against my lips.
Three little words, and my world comes undone.
Chapter Sixteen
Did he just say he wanted to have sex with me? Baby brain, a miscommunication, or maybe I’m reading this all wrong?
His lips are feverishly locked onto mine, our tongues twisting in a manic frenzy. The suction is strong. I attempt to pull away to maintain my morals, yet his grip around my shoulders pushes me further into the mattress, unable to break free.
I reach for a quick breath and try to stop him.
“Haden, we can’t . . . you have—”
His lips find their way back onto mine, and without answering me, he continues to passionately tease my mouth with his own. I beg myself to stop, but every flick, every swirl of his perfectly soft tongue is signaling every inch of my body to react with desire.
The ache below is taunting me, but I need to be the strong one here, the mature person that can push him away because I have self-control. His strong weight against my body overpowers any self-control I have though, and my feeble attempts to wriggle away from him appear fruitless.
“No one will know,” he whispers against my lips, offering me a bite of the poisonous apple he is holding. It is red, delicious, and with just one bite, I know I cannot stop.
“We will know.”
The cool air graces my mouth and he has pulled away, yet still lingers only inches from my face. Staring deeply into my eyes, his pupils dilate and I see the fire burning deep within, the passion, the desperation reflecting back at me. With his glasses removed, his bare face draws me in and this intimate moment between us allows me to study his face in a way that I had previously only dreamt about. Running my fin
gertips along the contour of his cheekbones, I teasingly drag my finger against his bottom lip. I adore his lips.
“Presley.” He commands my name, owning it like I belong to him, but then he bites the corner of his lips and softens his gaze. “I want to do this for you.”
Wait, he wants to do it for me? Rational Presley would punch the Jerk in the face for such a comment! How dare he turn this around on me, like he is doing me a favor. My body automatically tenses and my fists curl; that beautiful face of his is about to see stars. If only Kitty didn’t have her leash around my neck, restraining me like an animal ready to attack.
I place my hands against his chest to open the distance between us.
“I just think that—”
Frustratingly, he interrupts me once again. “Don’t think, Presley.”
He’s resting his palm against my cheek and I lean into it, uncertain how my emotions have so quickly shifted. I’ve longed for the comfort and touch of the man that was inside me. His blood is running through the veins of our unborn child. This intimate moment between us, this simple touch, is the validation I need to allow my body to completely give into him—once again.
The tip of his tongue runs across my bottom lip till it sneaks into my mouth and slowly gains momentum. Soft, sensual swirls heighten the throbs persisting in all the spots that haven’t been touched for a long time. I can’t control the way my body is responding to him, and being pregnant is surprisingly driving my hormones to a level of pure insanity from how much I want him inside me right now.
He knows what he does to me.