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“Do you want to dance?” I ask Thomas.
“Sure,” he says, and he takes my hand, and we thread through the tables to the dance floor at the center of the room.
Thomas turns out to be a pretty good dancer rousing my curiosity. What was his life with Tessa like? What had they done on the weekends? It’s odd and weird to think of Thomas with another woman. Married to her, not even dating.
After two more energetic dances, we leave the dance floor and get fresh drinks from the bar. We head to the tables on the balcony, where we have a view of the dark ocean.
“You must have loved her very much,” I say and cringe. I like to accuse Adeline of talking too much, but I’m no different.
“She was special,” Thomas says.
I swallow a lump of saliva. I feel a mixture of emotions. Sad for him and also jealous of her that she experienced the kind of love that some of us never will in our lives.
“But that’s not what I’m thinking about right now.” He looks at me suggestively, his heated gaze dropping to my breasts.
My body responds instantly, with heat pooling between my legs. My nipples harden and push through the material of the dress. I didn’t wear a bra because the dress came with enough support at the chest, but that means that Thomas can easily notice my protruding nipples.
“Shall we go up to the room?” Thomas asks, his voice dark and husky.
“Yes,” I reply, my voice just as thick with desire.
I drain my water, and Thomas and I head to the elevators to our room. There are other people in the elevator, and we content ourselves with holding hands.
In the room, Thomas flicks on the lights and then stands close to me without touching me. “You look so beautiful in that dress; it’s a shame that it has to come off.”
I laugh softly. “I’ll wear it some other time.”
He bends to kiss my bare shoulders, and I exhale a shaky breath. He straightens up, pushes the straps off my shoulders, and pulls my dress down. He eats me with his gaze as more of my body is revealed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.
I step out of the dress and reach for his shirt to unbutton it. As I pop each button, Thomas cups my breasts as if trying to see if his hands can cover them. I push his shirt out of the way and caress his chiseled chest.
He bends to take a nipple into his mouth, and I arch my back. For the next half an hour, Thomas pleasures me with his hands, tongue, and cock. It doesn’t feel like sex tonight. It feels like more.
Or maybe that’s just me. I want Thomas to be so much more than my baby daddy that I’m making our sex to be more than it is.
Afterward, we lie in each other’s arms, and I hear his breathing grow heavy as he drifts off to sleep. It takes me longer to fall asleep. It’s frightening to have feelings for a man who doesn’t reciprocate those feelings. A man who already had his number one, but that is nothing new. I’ve never been anyone’s number one.
I’m scared of the heartbreak this will lead to. But maybe it won’t. Maybe I’m worrying for nothing. Maybe after I have my baby, I’ll have all the love I need. And for once in my life, I’ll be someone’s number one. My hand snakes to my slightly rounded belly, and I caress the small bump.
Whatever happens between Thomas and me, I will still have my baby. That’s got to be enough right?
***
For someone who had not planned on a mini-vacation, I’m having the time of my life. Last night, before I fell asleep, I decided to shove all my worries away for this weekend and have a good time.
I finish putting on the rather risqué swimsuit and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Thank God for sarongs, I muse, turning to stare over my shoulder. The bikini bottom shows more ass than it covers, but then again, no one here knows me. Before opening the door, I call out, “Ready?”
“I’ve been ready hours ago,” Thomas shouts back.
I fling the door open and catwalk across the room, adding a sway to my walk. Thomas whistles.
“That is flaming hot. Fuck, Cora.”
I laugh. We bought it together, but I am sure that Thomas had no idea just how tiny the bikini was. I’m stacked at the front, so the top just manages to cover my nipples.
“Come here,” Thomas growls, and when I pretend to run off to the bathroom, he sprints after me. He wraps his hands around my waist, angles his mouth over mine, kisses me lightly, and then pulls back. He runs his hands down my hips and then cups my bare ass cheeks.
