That fire I saw in his eyes? I feel it in his touch.
I’m about to get burned.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Quinn
This is different.
Her touch is gentle, our kisses slow and savoring.
There isn’t the frenzy, frantic, raw need driving us both.
In its place is something deeper.
As I push inside her warm, wet body, I feel at home. That’s the only way to describe it. I’m not fucking her. I’m making love to her. Because I’m completely in love with her. And that might come back to bite me in the ass, but I can’t help it. I’ve always loved her.
I draw out and pause before slowly sliding back inside. My hands are all over her, gently touching as my need to feel every square inch of her body consumes me. And her abdomen? I’ll never get enough. I can’t wait to watch her start to grow our child, to witness her belly firm and expand. To be able to feel our baby kick and move.
My hands reach up and I slide my fingers between hers. Holding them above her head, I move my hips and claim her lips. She gasps as I grind against her, groans as her pussy startsto grip me. I can’t hold off much longer. It’s too much. Too overwhelming.
Too powerful.
When we both come, I cover her body with mine and roll us to the side. Her lips are soft as we try to regulate our breathing and let our heart rates return to normal. But I never stop kissing her. I couldn’t if I tried.
Finally, I know I need to get us cleaned up. Pulling out of her body, I whisper, “I’ll be right back.” With a firm kiss to her forehead, I get out of bed and make my way to her en suite bathroom. I grab a washcloth and quickly clean myself up before grabbing a second and returning to where I left Charli.
She’s curled on her side, the faintest smile on her lips when I reach her. She extends her hand for the wet washcloth, but I keep it out of her grasp. “Let me.”
Charli doesn’t reply, just holds still while I get to work. I feel her eyes on me, and when I’m completely done, I start to climb back into bed but pause. I don’t want to assume she’s okay with me staying, especially when I really haven’t but a time or two since we first got together.
I can see she’s struggling. She wants me to stay, but there’s still a part of her that wants to say no. Even though I want to ask her about it, to get to the root of the real issue, it’s probably not the best to do that tonight. It’s getting late, and I know she needs sleep.
Tomorrow is a new day.
The best day.
We get to go to our first appointment and should be able to have our first peek of the baby, and then afterward, to dinner with her family.
Where we’ll drop the bomb.
“I’m gonna head out,” I state, moving over to grab my clothes. “You need rest.”
She nods, a look of relief washing over her face.
I dress quickly, giving her plenty of opportunity to say what’s on her mind. She chooses to remain quiet though, and when I’m fully redressed, I walk over to where she lies in her bed.
“Sleep well, sweetheart,” I murmur softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“You too,” she replies. She appears somewhat distant, maybe even a little cold.
It confuses the hell out of me.
“I’ll lock up,” I state, wishing I were strong enough to tell her how I really feel. But watching her shut down and prepare to push me away again isn’t something I want to deal with right now. “Night.”
“Night, Quinn,” she whispers, watching me go.
