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“That’s nice.” The words were right, but they sounded forced.
He could pick up a clue, so he didn’t ask about her parents. He knew enough from Lucy to know that they weren’t in the picture—and hadn’t been for a while—but Aaron wasn’t willing to poke until Becka wanted to tell him. He wanted her to want to tell him, but he didn’t expect miracles. It wouldn’t happen this week. Or this month.
Patience.
His gaze snagged on Becka’s mouth, on the perfect curve of her bottom lip. Even after all this time, he could still taste her. Wanted to still taste her. He clenched his fists to keep from reaching for her. He was the one with all the power in this scenario. He wouldn’t abuse it. He refused to. What were they talking about before?
Right. My family. He cleared his throat. “I think you’ll like them.”
“Aaron?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want to talk about your family anymore.” She let the book fall to the ground and released the towel. It hit the floor and Aaron found himself holding his breath as he traced her naked body with his gaze. He’d been wrong before—her stomach had changed, but it was such a gentle curve, he wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t looking for it. Her rosy nipples had darkened, and they pebbled as he watched, goose bumps raising along her skin in a wave.
He held himself chained in place. “What do you want, minx?”
“I think that’s kind of freaking obvious, don’t you?”
Yeah, but he wasn’t willing to make a single fucking assumption right now and risk damaging this tentative thing between them. “I’m going to need you to say it.”
She huffed out a breath and propped her hands on her hips. “You, jerk. I want you. Preferably naked, with your hands and mouth all over me, cumulating with me coming on your cock.”
CHAPTER SIX
BECKA WOULDN’T REACH for him. She had little but her pride left at this point and, honestly, she didn’t have much of that, either. Whether he realized it or not, Aaron threatened to hold all the cards in every single one of their interactions. She couldn’t give him even more power by following her very clear invitation up with anything other than waiting.
She’d made her move.
The ball was in his court.
Thank the Lord above, he didn’t make her wait long.
He walked to the bath and shut off the water and then he was there, engulfing her with his presence, wrapping his arms around her until her entire world narrowed down to him. As if he meant to shield her from anything life threw at her.
Stop that. He didn’t make anything resembling a promise when it comes to me. I can’t afford to get mixed up over him wanting to take care of the baby and him wanting me.
That didn’t keep her from leaning into his strong chest and inhaling deeply. His faint cologne made her toes curl, and she wanted to get beneath his shirt to see if it smelled different on his skin. Things had happened so quickly the first—the only—time, she hadn’t had a chance to explore him.
She wanted that chance now.
Becka reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it up and over his head slowly. She silently marveled at the cut of his muscles. They were even more pronounced now than they had been three months ago. “Someone’s been spending time in the gym.”
“I had a lot of frustration to work out.” He rested his hands on her hips, letting her explore his chest and stomach. She was so busy tracing the line of his pecs that she almost missed his next words. “I still do.”
No way to misconstrue that statement.
He’s talking about me.
“Oh.” Good job, Becka. Excellent witty response. To cover up her confusion, she went onto her tiptoes and kissed him. The move pressed her breasts against his chest, and she moaned at how good it felt. Everything was more sensitive than normal, as if someone had hooked a live wire up to her and it covered every inch of her skin. “Touch me.”
He grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Aaron turned around and walked them to the bathroom counter and set her carefully on the marble. He ran a hand down the center of her chest, guiding her back to prop herself onto her hands and let him look at her. Though look was too mild a term. The man devoured her with his eyes, staring at her like she was an oasis in the middle of a desert and he wasn’t sure if she was real or a figment of his imagination. He was so damn buttoned up the rest of the time, but when he got his hands on her, a different part of Aaron came out to play. It made Becka feel just as wild and out of control to know that she was the cause of that switch being flipped.
