Would he take off his pants too?
“This is really good,” she said, mopping up the last bit of sauce from the bowl with her pinky finger a short while later.
He grunted.
“Had a mini orgasm in my mouth.”
He grunted again, but this time his eyes slid from the television screen to hers.
She grinned at him.
He tipped up his beer bottle and took a long, healthy swig, not bothering to remove his gaze from where it was currently searing her skin.
Her breath caught in her chest as she took in the way his thick, sexy, muscular throat undulated as he swallowed. She was mesmerized. Her nipples pebbled beneath her sweater. She hadn’t bothered to put a bra back on after her shower and was instead in a T-shirt and hoodie. But combined with the sore breasts from the pregnancy, they also suddenly tingled and ached for his hands to easetheir strain and heaviness.
“What’s with the look?” he asked, his hand falling to Penelope, who had jumped up and made herself at home in his lap.
Lucky cat.
Krista licked her lips. “You, uh … you seeing anyone right now?”
Those sexy, bushy, caterpillar-like eyebrows furrowed. “As indating?”
She lifted one shoulder. “Dating. Sleeping with. You a free agent or contracted out?”
His chest lurched on a silent laugh. “Free agent. No time for dating.” His eyes remained focused on the chef on the screen. But she could tell he was thinking. Those caterpillars pinched even closer together. “Areyouseeing anyone right now?” he asked.
Quickly, almosttooquickly, she shook her head. “No.”
He nodded.
“Um … ” She knitted her fingers together and pulled her gaze from the side of his face.
“Um?” he mimicked.
Just ask. What’s the worst that can happen? He turns you down, then things are horribly awkward from here until the kid graduates high school?
She lifted her head. His eyes were pinned on hers.
“You interested in abeneficialarrangement?”
A tick at the side of his mouth was his only tell. “Are you asking me if I’d like a ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement?”
She nodded.
“Yes.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Yes?”
“Fucking you was great. I’m not fucking anyone right now. Neither are you. Doesn’t look like we’ll be fucking anyone else for a while.” He tilted his head toward her stomach. “Might as well fuck each other.” He nodded. “Seems like a reasonable solution.” His gaze drifted to one of her pregnancy books on thecoffee table. “Besides, that book says a pregnant woman’s libido increases, and from the buzzing sound emanating from your room each night, I’m guessing you’d like the real thing by now.”
Her bottom lip nearly hit the floor.
He heard her?
“Thin walls, baby.”
Was the house on fire, or were those just her cheeks?
