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“Yes.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Are you embarrassed?” I asked, glancing over at her.
“And turned on.”
“Welcome to my world. Having you in bed beside me every night and not being able to do the things I want to do is torture.”
“A few more days,” she said. “Then we can do it all.”
Her extreme nervousness about pregnancy made me nuts, but since I hadn’t ever been pregnant, it wasn’t my place to tell her it was ridiculous. All I could do was be supportive and hope the next seven days went by quickly.
30
Presley
Aunt Meg was released from the rehab facility the following week on Saturday, so Zeke and I planned a small welcome home party for her. Just us and his parents, along with the band. Kellan was bringing Didi and Tommy had been dating someone named Jasmine, so it was small and fairly intimate. Aunt Meg was feeling good, walking every day and relying on her cane less and less. They’d tried a new cocktail of medications for her MS that seemed to be working, so she was healthier than I’d seen her in a long time.
Fatima had been cooking all day, no matter how many times Zeke tried to tell her he wanted to order food, so he’d given in and left her to it. It seemed to make her happy, though I wondered if there would ever be an occasion for me to cook for him since she seemed to hold the monopoly on anything to do with the kitchen.
“Is my mom driving you nuts yet?” he asked after I put Jeremy down for his nap. Aunt Meg had wanted to shower and change the moment she got home, so we had a little quiet time before everyone arrived.
“She’s been nothing but lovely to me,” I said.
“Uh huh. But?”
I laughed. “There’s no but. My only complaint is that I’d like to cook you dinner sometime, but she always does it before I can do anything. I asked her one day, and she told me I was busy enough with the baby.”
“She has a point, you know,” he said, reaching for me and pulling me close. “You have an infant who keeps you busy. Plus, the magazine you’re trying to start up again. You don’t need to cook.”
“But I want to cook for you,” I said softly, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I’ll send them away for a few days,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to mine.
We’d done a lot of fooling around the last two weeks. We were intimately acquainted with each other’s bodies, and I’d never known a person could come so many times just from a man’s mouth and fingers. Last night he’d fingered my ass and that had been another level of ecstasy that shocked me. I’d been even more startled when he’d asked me to do it to him.
It felt like I still had so much to learn in the bedroom, but Zeke never rushed or pushed me beyond what I was comfortable with. He always asked if I wanted to try something new, as if I might say no. My fear of getting pregnant was starting to diminish, overshadowed by my desire to please him the way he pleased me. I knew he enjoyed the things we were doing, but it wasn’t the same as intercourse, and I was suddenly anxious to do it again.
“You’re driving me wild, baby,” he murmured against my mouth. “But we don’t have a lot of time.”
“Would we have time if I told you I was ready?” I stepped back and pulled my top over my head, standing there in nothing but low-slung shorts.
“Ready…” His eyes burned into mine. “You sure? I don’t want you in a panic about pregnancy.”
“You have condoms, right?”
“A whole fucking box.”
I stepped out of my shorts, leaving myself bare save for a tiny black thong.
Zeke licked his lips. “Will you turn around for me? Do a little spin?”
I smiled, pulling my hair over one shoulder and walking in a small, slow circle. When I was facing him again, I tossed my hair back and cupped my breasts, squeezing lightly as I pulled my lower lip through my teeth. All cliché but it had the desired effect because he yanked off his shorts and boxers in one swift movement.
“Bed,” he growled. “Now.”
I smiled, sashaying in that direction, but taking my sweet time since I knew he was watching me walk.
He brushed past me and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a handful of foil packages and dumping them on the bed. Then he pounced, pinning me beneath him as he kissed me.
