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“Well, we’re sort of past that point now, right?” He’s teasing me, but I start crying. Instantly, his face transforms. “Shit. I was kidding, Denny.”
“I know,” I blubber.
He guides me over to the couch and pulls me into his lap. I lean against his chest while he rubs my back like I’m a little kid. “It’s gonna be okay, babe.”
I sniffle. “Easy foryouto say. I’m the one who’s going to have to grow a person inside me and then push it out. Do you know what pregnancy does to your body? I did some research earlier, and it was graphic. You’re never going to want to have sex with me again.”
Elliot chuckles. “I can promise you that’snevergoing to happen.”
“Okay.” I take a deep breath. “Sorry. I was already freaking out and then it seemed like you were freaking out, so then I really started to freak out.”
“I was just surprised. When did you find out?”
“Yesterday. I realized I was late the same day you left for Chicago. I was going to wait until you came back, but then I was worried I might freak you out for no reason. Plus, I started crying at a Charmin Ultrasoft commercial two nights ago, so I was pretty sure I was.”
“Charmin? Like the toilet paper?” He sounds like he wants to laugh.
“It’s not funny. One of the bears got in trouble. It was a dramatic two minutes.”
“Uh-huh.” He keeps rubbing my back, and I melt against him. I barely slept last night, worried about how this conversation might go. “Hey, Denny?”
“Mmhmm.”
“I do want kids. I’ve thought about it before.”
“You have?” I open my eyes and shift so I can see his face.
“Yep, and I’m excited. I’m sorry I didn’t say that first.” I start crying again. “Jesus. Where’s a roll of Charmin when you need it?”
I let out a watery laugh before he leans down to kiss me. With the effortless dexterity of a professional athlete, he flips me so my body is beneath his on the couch. He kisses his way down the side of my neck as his hand sneaks underneath my shirt. I moan as he palms my breast. They’re more sensitive than usual, another indicator they weren’t twelve false positives.
Elliot suddenly lifts his head. “Wait—we can have sex, right?”
I laugh. “You think pregnant women can’t have sex?”
“I was just checking!” He sits up and tugs my shirt up and off. Heat sizzles in his gaze as he looks at my heaving chest. I’m wearing nothing except for a red lace bra that’s pretty much see-through. He lowers his lips to my stomach, then starts to kiss his way upward.
And then…there’s a knock on the door.
“Reid! Reid!”
Elliot blows out a long breath. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“It sounds like Anthony.” One of Elliot’s hockey teammates lives in the same building as us. He usually comes over for dinner at least once a week.
“Yeah.” He sighs again. “I’ll be right back.” Elliot stands, adjusts his very obvious erection, and then heads for the front door of our apartment. I pull my shirt back on and pad into the kitchen. Bits and pieces of their conversation filter in from the hallway. It sounds like he lost his key—again. I hear Elliot head into our bedroom for the spare, then walk back to the front door. It closes a couple of minutes later.
“What are you doing?” He appears in the kitchen.
“Cleaning up.” I set another dish in the sink.
Elliot comes and stands directly behind me, then leans down and presses his lips against the hollow of my throat. “I wasn’t finished fucking you,” he murmurs against my skin.
“You didn’t start.”
I feel his laugh rumble in his chest. “Exactly.”
I turn around and he kisses me. It escalates instantly, the way it always does between us. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him, grinding against his hardening dick. He carries me into the bedroom without walking into anything, miraculously, then lays me down on the bed. We kiss and kiss and kiss as our hands roam, unwilling to pull apart long enough to shed the rest of our clothes. I pull away first, panting.
