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He glanced her way with a raised brow. “Finally finished eye-banging me, have you?”
Her cheeks heated and she ducked her head. “What? No.”
“No, you weren’t eye-banging me, or no, you’re not finished?” He grinned, and Jane, remembering what he’d told her the day before, immediately covered her ears. Rafe laughed out loud. “That’s not how I know.”
Staring up at him with narrowed eyes, she asked, “Then how did you know I was watching you? You were getting dressed. I could have been sleeping for all you know. You weren’t paying me any attention at all.”
Crowding her until she flopped back on the bed, he crawled over the top of her and pinned her down with his big body, his knees either side of her thighs, her wrists gripped in his powerful hands. He whispered in her ear, “That’s where you’re wrong, Janie. I always know when you’re watching me, because I’malwayswatching you.”
Her heart beat faster. His words, his tone sounded so deliciously possessive. A shiver of excitement ran through her and her breath shuddered out of her lungs.
But then he pulled back and set her free, and she missed his closeness, his heat. “But to answer your question,” he continued, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on his sneakers, “we have an appointment for the paternity test at the GP clinic at nine, and then I have to get to the office. I’ve organised for a couple of the part-time legal secretaries we hired at the firm in Brisbane to help me sort through the shit-fight I inherited from the previous counsel. What about you?”
Jane pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “I don’t know. Mum’s insisting I take the week off, and until we find out more about that food truck….” She shrugged, feeling very uncertain and a little bit lost. She couldn’t remember the last time she didn’t have a plan.
Rafe stood up and stretched his arms over his head. His fingertips brushed the ceiling. “I’ll look into the truck situation when I get to the office, and I’m sure you’ll think of something to keep yourself occupied. You always do.” Then he bent and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be back soon.”
Too awake to go back to sleep, Jane crawled out of bed and pulled on one of Rafe’s man-cardigans.Mandigans. It was huge on her small body, big enough to use as a dressing gown, and she wrapped it tightly around herself and made her way out to the kitchen.
It was still dark outside, and she absently wondered how Rafe knew where the hell he was going on his morning runs. There were no street lamps along Bennett’s Road, and the moon offered little light.
Flicking the kitchen light on, she shuffled across the room and put the kettle on. While she waited for the water to boil, she hunted through the fridge and the pantry for something to make for breakfast.
When she grabbed a packet of bacon from the fridge, her stomach rumbled and she stilled, waiting for the nausea that usually hit around this time of morning. But it didn’t come.
What did hit her was how incredibly hungry she was, and then she realised she’d barely eaten the day before.
Sweeping her hand over her stomach, she said, “Sorry, kid. You must be starving in there.” Then she blew out a breath, pulled her hair up in a loose bun and got to work.
By the time Rafe returned from his run—looking far sexier than any man had a right to at that time of day—she had the kitchen table set and laid out with enough food to feed the whole household. Crispy bacon, eggs—both poached and scrambled—buttered sourdough toast, mushrooms sautéed in garlic butter, roasted cherry tomatoes, smashed avocado with a side of smoked salmon and a family-sized plunger of French roast coffee ready to pour.
Rafe stood in the middle of the kitchen, his hands anchored on his hips, his mouth hanging open as he stared at the table. “Move in with me,” he said, and she grinned at the hint of awe in his rich voice.
She gently elbowed his ribs. “You only want me for my cooking.”
He pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her belly, caressed her baby bump in a way that made her ovaries explode in happiness. Leaning down, he kissed her nape. “That’s not the only thing I want you for,” he assured her, his words vibrating over her skin, making her horny. Well, hornier. Being pinned to the bed twice but left untouched while Rafe went for his jog had made her horny.
Turning her head to the side, she breathed in his healthy male scent, then pressed her thighs together.
Licking her lips, she said, “So… cooking and because I’m pregnant?”
His body shook behind her, his soft chuckling bouncing through her. Then he slipped his hand under the mandigan and cupped her pussy through her underwear, pushed the pad of his thumb against her clit and gently rubbed. The soft rasp of lace over the tiny bundle of nerves was electric.
“Cooking.” He kissed her neck. “Because you’re pregnant.” He nipped the curve of her ear. “And because you’re the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever known,” he said, drawing a line over her panties and along her slit, teasing her. Anticipation threatened to buckle her knees beneath her. “You wet for me, baby?”
Teeth sinking into her bottom lip, she nodded. “Always.”
“Then move in with me,” he murmured quietly. Easing her panties aside, he slid his finger inside her hot, eager pussy and she had to lean against him or fall to the floor in a boneless heap. “If nothing else, it’ll save you the trouble of climbing through my bedroom window every time you want me to li—”
“Do I smell bacon?”
Rafe quickly pulled away from Jane, growling his displeasure at the interruption. Wolf and Abby entered the kitchen—seemingly oblivious to the sexual frustration they were causing—followed soon after by Oliver and Ulysses.
Jane wrapped herself up tighter in what was now his favourite cardigan ever and took a seat opposite his sister.
Ducking her head, she hid her smile from the others, but Rafe caught her attention and winked, then watched her eyes glaze over with lust and need as he sucked his finger inside his mouth.
The move backfired.
