She smiles sheepishly. “No.”
“What do you feel like eating?” I ask. I’m not much of a cook, but I have a great chef on the premises.
“Soup, crackers, water, the usual.”
No way. We’re not playing that game anymore. “You’re eating a healthy dinner. If I must take you out to dinner to help win back your appetite, so be it.”
A smile quirks at her lips. She seems much more relaxed, comfortable. “You’ll let me leave this place?”
“You’re not a prisoner, Nikki,” I say, wanting her to know the truth and accept it. “I never intended to buy you and keep you locked up. But once I found out that you were pregnant, I was concerned that I’d never see my child and that you would be a target.”
She nods slowly listening to what I have to say.
“You honestly mean to tell me that I can go out to the store, buy pregnancy clothes, get a latte?”
“Yes, yes, and after the baby is born you can have as much coffee and caffeine as you’d like.” That didn’t mean that I’d let her go alone. A guard would keep watch over her and protect her.
Her nose scrunches up in that adorable way that makes my heart pitter patter.
“I miss coffee,” she whines.
“Well, that’s good news. It means you have an interest in food again.” I brush a strand of hair behind her ear.
She leans into my touch.
“Now, about dinner. What do you want to eat?”
“I have a mad craving for sushi,” Nikki says.
I’m pretty sure a pregnant woman isn’t supposed to consume raw fish. “Any other cravings?” I hate telling her no, especially after all she’s been through.
“Aside from you?”
It’s like she can read my mind. I pull her hard against me, and our lips crash together.
I’m grateful to have her back and in my home. It makes my heart soar to hear that she wants to be here, with me.
My fingers roam against her hip, under her shirt, grazing her skin. She’s tiny and feels incredibly fragile.
I want to devour her, but not until after we’ve eaten. She’s pregnant, and our baby and her health need to take priority over my needs.
It’s the first time in my life I’ve ever put someone else first.
“Dinner,” I say again between kisses. “What do you want to eat?”
Her face scrunches up, and she whimpers when my lips linger on her neck.
“Nikki?”
A soft hum emits from the back of her throat.
“Anything if it involves you naked and feeding it to me.” The grin that she adorns tugs at my insides, and her words make my cock harden.
“Woman, you will be the death of me.”