“I’ll meet you in bed?”
Her eyes shutter, but not before I see the blip of emotion, of softness crossing the golden-green depths, and something settles in me as I leave her to clean up, as I ignore the voice telling me to go home, and crawl into her bed.
She comes out a few minutes later and hesitates.
“Come here,” I murmur, lifting up the edge of the blanket.
Teeth pressing into the corner her tempting mouth.
But then she’s slipping in beside me and I’m pulling her into my arms and…
Holding her close like this is every bit as good as my orgasm was.
Twenty-Three
Harper
His breathing is even and slow, his body relaxed.
Same as I was until I woke up, the sun starting to shine into my bedroom…
And thought I was alone again, thought he left.
And—
I swipe at my eyes.
Pathetic.
Because it hurt, thinking he left again.
Meanwhile, he’s still in bed beside me.
His only crime is that he’s rolled away from me.
And I’m crying.
I want to solely blame my reaction on pregnancy hormones, but it’s not that simple. They’re not why thinking I was waking up alone again felt so devastating.
It’s Leo.
And me.
“Stupid,” I breathe.
Last night was stupid.
Inviting him to stay for dinner was stupid. Letting him hang out afterwards even more so. And kissing him?
Beyond idiotic.
He shifts, his masculine scent wafting up and filling the air, inundating my senses.
My womb clenches, moisture gathering between my thighs, the desire to roll over and wrap my fingers around his dick so intense I’m actually moving before I process the action, process the stupidity.
Clenching my hand into a fist, I force myself to stop, to breathe…then to carefully slip out of bed and pad to the bathroom.
I close the door, flick the lock, and lean back against it, exhaling heavily.
