“I’m fine,” I gritted out.
Lewis sighed heavily. “Callie, let’s not be one of those couples who bottle up their resentments and then treat each other like shit.”
I whirled on him, anger flushing through me. “Oh, so it’s okay to bottle up other feelings, though, until one of us wants to explode?”
His brows drew together, and he placed his glass down on the island. I watched him hungrily as he crossed his arms over his chest. His biceps flexed with the movement and I suddenly resented the hours he spent at the gym when he could be getting his exercise from having sex with me.
“What is going on?”
“Do you not trust me?” I blurted out.
Lewis studied me carefully. I stared back hungrily. Not only because he was a tall drink of sexy water with his messy man bun and tattoos and broad shoulders and six-pack hiding underneath his shirt … but because that was all just very nice packaging for his steadfast and kind heart. It killed me that his good heart might not trust mine anymore. And we needed to talk that out because we had a child on the way, and I didn’t want our kid getting caught up in the confused relationship of his parents.
“Why would you even ask that?” he inquired quietly, clearly confused.
Now I was even more confused. “Because … because … this taking it slow is brutal, and I don’t want to take it slow. And it’s not only the pregnancy hormones, but my God, they are not helping. I feel like I could come if you just put your hand down my shorts—because I’m all in! I want this! All of it. But you clearly don’t want to have sex and the only reason that could be is because you don’t trust me fully yet.”
His eyes had flared at my “come if you just put your hand down my shorts” comment, but now, he was gaping at me like I might be mad. “Are you kidding?” His question was hoarse.
“Nope.” I threw my hands up. “Lewis, I think I might lose my mind if we take this any slower.”
“And you think I want to take it slow?” There was an edge to his tone as he stepped toward me, almost predatorily. “Do you know what it’s like for me watching you walk around in your wee shorts … or listening to you make yourself come in the room next door?”
Oh. So he had heard that. “Maybe how it felt for me to know my boyfriend was taking care of himself with his hand instead of fucking me.”
A grin prodded his mouth, even though his eyes gleamed with intensity as he crowded me against the island. My whole body at once softened with relief and grew hot at the feel of his erection digging into my midsection as he braced his hands on either side of me, caging me in. “I think we’ve got our wires crossed. If I don’t want to take it slow and you don’t want to take it slow …”
My chest heaved as I flushed from head to toe with want. “Then why aren’t you inside me already?”
Thirty-Two
CALLIE
One minute Lewis was kissing me like I was the goddamn air he needed to breathe, and I was trying to climb his body, and the next he lifted me gently into his arms to cross the room.
“What are you doing?” I panted as I looped my arms around his neck.
“As much as I’d like to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow, we have to be careful.” He set me tenderly on the couch.
I glared up at him in frustration. “Lewis, if I can still do tae kwon do patterns and run and jump and stretch … we can have sex like there’s no tomorrow. I’m not even showing.”
“You sure?” He kneeled between my legs, spreading them.
“Aye!” I whined. “Lewis!”
“Fuck, you are horny,” he teased as he reached for the zip on my shorts. “But I’m going to take care of you, mo chridhe. I always will.”
Excitement made me speechless as I whipped off my T-shirt and bra. My boobs were a bit tender and my bra felt tight.
Lewis paused on shuffling my shorts and knickers down. “Jesus … your tits …”
“What?” I threw the shirt off the couch.
In answer, he cupped them in his hands and squeezed.
I moaned, arching into him as pleasure-pain scored down my belly. Lewis groaned, kneading my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my tight, hard nipples.
“You’re so sexy, it’s going to kill me,” he said gruffly.
