“So I see.” The hunger in his face seeing me in my robe makes my chest hot. Even with my wet hair up in a towel, Wayne looks at me like a five course meal. Some days that look gets under my skin. Like I’m just one more thing for him to consume.
But today it’s exactly what I need.
“Boy, am I glad to see you,” I say, holding up my arms so he can scoop me into a hug.
“I told you I was coming by this morning.”
“I know. I just…” Tears rush to my eyes and cut off my voice. Goddamnit, these hormones really do have me ping ponging all over the place. I knew pregnancy would have me on the ropes, but nothing could have prepared me for the highs, the lows, and the low highs.
“What’s wrong?” He loosens his embrace, but I can’t manage to meet his gaze. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”It’s the kind of thing he says all the time, but I can’t always make myself believe it.
Maybe it’s unfair, but there are times where my mind races back to the way he reacted when I first told him I was pregnant. Because it wasn’t great. He bungled it about as badly as any man-child could, leaving me perpetually wary when it’s time to discuss anything important.
Fragile as I am these days, I don’t think I can handle another disappointment. Instead of opening up a fresh can of worms, I flip my mail face down as surreptitiously as possible.
Wayne doesn’t notice. He’s too busy snuggling closer, his hand slipping inside my robe.
Back before I started showing, his first move was always towards my breasts. But now his fingertips graze across my belly, cradling the growing bump.
“Mm,” he rumbles, caressing my skin. “You feel good.” The warmth of his touch soothes part of me while riling up other parts. Not just my naughty side. He’s said he wants to be there for me, and I definitely want my child to know its father.
I’m just a little hazy on the specifics. Because Wayne sure hasn’t moved in, nor has he asked me to come stay with him.
So we’re in a kind of limbo. He’s present, alright – but is hecommitted?
His hand swabs over me again, and the pressure of it is intoxicating. Tipping my head back to rest on his shoulder, I surrender and just let myselffeelit.
Wayne definitely notices.
He turns his head to kiss my neck, whispering very close to my ear.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes,” I answer softly. He makes another circle, this time straying lower on my abdomen. Low enough to send a shiver rippling over me.
“How about that?” God, Wayne knows all the right buttons to push. Curling his fingers just a bit, his trimmed nails scratch ever so lightly over me. The inside of my thighs burn, and I press them together and lean back into him.
My voice has run away, so all I can do is nod. A hushed laugh exhales past his lips and warms the side of my neck.
“Good.” The front of my robe glides open as his other hand finds my bare skin. Just as its partner slips lower towards the damp space between my legs, this new hand traces along the underside of my breast.
They’ve been sore lately, tender to almost every touch. But Wayne’s attention plays a delicate line between pleasure and pain. The closer his fingertips get to my nipple the more it aches, though I can’t tell if his touch is going to relieve or inflame it.
Then he finds me and the answer is both.
“Fuck,” I groan, twisting in his arms. The intensity of his hands on me borders on unbearable, and he keeps me right on the precipices.
“Too much?” There’s a wicked edge to him now that makes me tremble. I couldn’t answer if I wanted to. His other hand strays lower and finally dips between my legs. I’m so wet his finger sneaks past the folds, instantly rubbing against my pulsing clit.
“God,” I mouth, unable to speak. Wayne says something, but I can’t make it out. I’m too busy riding his hand to register anything else. My robe slips down past my shoulders, and when Wayne releases my breast to let it slip to the floor, I cry out an involuntary, “No!”
Grabbing his hand, I put it back over my nipple and hold him there, reveling in the tortuous perfection of it.
“Jesus, Katie,” he growls in my ear. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
That makes two of us.
Before I even know we’re moving he has me on the couch. The soft cushions collapse under me as he presses me down with his weight.
