“We’re attempting to be better influences.”
He rumbled a laugh. “I’m gonna have to work on that too.”
I raised my head again. “I’m not...I don’t want to have sex.”
He blinked, nostrils flaring. “Okay.”
“I mean, I do want to have sex, but not tonight. My head isn’t in the right place, and I’m about a half hour from passing out. But I do want you to stay, and not on the couch.”
“Fuck, did I miss you.” He scooped me up in his arms and started for the bedroom.
“Freak, you mean,” I corrected.
His shoulder shook with laughter. “No. I definitely didn’t mean that.”
Nuzzling into his neck again, I closed my eyes and inhaled. “I missed you too.”
And I had. A lot. As angry as I’d been with him after the ultrasound, I still missed him. Once I found out he hadn’t missed the appointment out of spite for me not going out with him post-concert, I’d found it a little easier to forgive him. Not that getting smashed and letting his phone die was any kind of excuse, especially since it certainly brought his age and lifestyle back to the forefront of my concerns about being anything other than co-parents with him.
But he was Mo. Sweet, sexy, sensitive Mo, who’d charmed me once despite my misgivings, and would probably charm me a thousand times over.
He started to lower me to the bed, but I wiggled free from his hold. “I need to change into my pajamas before I get in bed, otherwise I’ll pass out in my clothes. Did you bring something to change into?”
“I didn’t want to presume anything, so I left my bag in the car. I’ll get it later.”
The fact that he’d packed a bag, and asking to stay hadn’t just been a whim, felt like someone had poured warm oil along my skin. Cozy, yet enticing.
Mo sat on the edge of my bed while I pulled out a T-shirt and soft cotton shorts from my dresser. When I tugged my shirt over my head, his intake of breath was sharp.
“Come here,” he whispered.
Two steps and I was directly in front of him. He tipped his head back to meet my eyes, asking silent permission to touch me. I nodded, and he dropped his forehead to my belly, palms cupping the sides. I stroked his hair through my fingers, each moment that passed melting me more and more, until my knees became liquid and I leaned into him for support.
His arms circled my waist, and he pulled me down into his lap. “You’re so pretty.” His thumb traced along the edge of my jaw and beneath my bottom lip. My eyelids fluttered, threatening to close, but I willed them open.
“You’re putting me to sleep, Moses.”
He gripped the back of my neck, his other hand traveling down to my abdomen. “I don’t want you to sleep yet. You’re just so fucking hot, and taking your shirt off in front of me, looking all ripe and sexy...I had to touch you.”
“You think I look sexy?”
He smirked, raking his eyes over me. “Hell yes. I’d have to be blind not to. Don’t you?”
“I do. My tits and ass have gotten bigger, which I’m very much here for. And the belly...I feel good about the belly.”
“Glad we’re on the same page about one thing.” His smirk turned into a crooked grin.
“That I’m sexy?”
“Yep.”
I brushed a kiss over his lips, then climbed off his lap. “Should I take off my bra in the bathroom?”
He palmed the bulge in his jeans, adjusting himself. “Might be a good plan, unless you want to torture me.”
Narrowing my eyes, I hummed. “Not today.”
While I did my business in the bathroom, Mo ran out to his car to get his bag. By the time I’d scrubbed my face and brushed my teeth, along with slipping on my pajamas, he’d stripped down to sweatpants and nothing else. He hopped up from the bed with his toothbrush in hand, brushing by me to take his place in the bathroom.