Again, his mouth skims against my cheek, pressing to the corner of my lips as a steady breath fills my lungs.
“You’re ours. And so is this baby.” He repeats in a quiet tone.
His head leans against mine as my eyes slowly close just as my throat tightens with too much emotion.
Because he’s right. I know he is. It just feels nice to hear him say it.
I realize then, that I’ve never told him how much I love him.I love him so much. My lips part but I can’t think of the perfect words.
Only a few moments pass when a gentle knock taps against the door. It’s a quiet sound filled with uncertainty.
I know who it is before the door even opens.
Dax doesn’t peek in or wait for my approval to enter. He steps in and shuts the door behind him. He leans against it, letting it support him as he stares down at me.
His attention is held on the way Ryder’s hand is caressing my flat stomach.
“I’m sorry, Dax.” My voice comes out weak and regretful.
I hate that I do everything wrong. I wish like hell I could treat him the way he treats me. But every time I start to get the hang of being a civilized girlfriend, the crazy in me sneaks back out before I can even stop it. I don’t know why I’m like that.
It’s a mystery, I tell you.
“Don’t be sorry. I wanted to tell you. I just wanted you to tell me first, I guess. I wanted you to figure it out. You should know first, it’s your body. I’m just the weird intrusive thing that knows everything about you before you even do.” He’s rambling. The disorderly locks of his hair fall into his tired eyes. It’s then that I notice the darkness shadowing his eyes.
He’s exhausted.
But he’ll never show it. This beautiful man would die trying to make me happy.
“How do you feel?”
His question reminds me of every weird thing he’s done over the last couple of weeks. He’s been walking around, passing out caution signs for anyone that gets too close to me.
Maybe I’m not the only one who lets out the crazy sometimes.
“I’m fine.” A warm feeling spreads through me as I sit up. Ryder’s palm slips away from me. “Come here.” It’s a whispered demand that has him stalking toward me in an instant.
My hands settle around his lean hips and his fingers skim down the length of my arms.
“Lie down.”
An unsure smile tilts his lips.
“Really? Right now?” His gaze drifts to Ryder as if he’s calculating the setting.
Sex.He’s thinking about sex right now.
“I think you should sleep, Dax.” Laughter shakes through me. Sleep was the furthest thing from his mind, I swear it.
His fingers thread through my hair, caressing but controlling, and suddenly I don’t care at all if he sleeps. His gaze holds mine as he bends closer to me. A shaking breath is held in my lungs as he presses his lips to my temple before flopping down at my side.
I jostle a little, thrown off balance by the switch in his emotions and the weight of his body.
We were almost all on the same page.
Damn it.
Daxdyn’s long lashes fall closed as he pushes his hands beneath his head. His dark shirt rides up slightly, revealing the hard panes of his abdomen. For once, he looks peaceful, youthful and, of course, beautiful.
