I shook my head.No, that was the last thing I wanted to do.That’s not true.If I was being honest—and I really didn’t want to be—I’d wanted Luka from the moment he’d smiled and those dimples flashed.“I’m Luka Stol, and I’m your temporary date until your friend’s finished dealing with her pest problem.”
He’d winked—winking was usually creepy, something I ignored—but he’d been so disarming.He’d lifted Ida Jane’s wine glass, sniffed, and taken a sip.
We’d talked as we ate… Well, mainlyheate, and I’d picked at the meal I’d been so excited to enjoy before Ida Jane dashed from her chair and outside to meet with her ex, Dillon.He was a terrible person on his best day—not that Ida Jane had realized that then.I’d had hope for her.I’d needed to have hope because I was leaving her on her own.
Luka Stol had peered at me, those damn adorable dimples flashing.“Tell me your name and what you do.Why are two such pretty ladies dining here tonight?”
Between bites of our shared meal—and the surreal experience of having a professional hockey player sit down at my table—I’d told him my name, occupation, that it was Ida Jane’s birthday.
He’d eaten with precision, enjoying both Ida Jane’s meal choice and her wine.Halfway through, when I fell silent and focused on my dinner, he’d leaned back in his chair.
“Well, Millie, I know you’re a good friend, smart, with a hard-ass-sounding job.Now, tell me the secret of how you get that definition in your arms.I think I need your exercise regimen,” he’d joked.
I’d blinked at him, unsure what to say and still worrying over my decision to allow him to sit with me.Why had I believed him when he said Ida Jane was still outside?What if he planned to abduct us both?What if…
“While you’re at it, you can tell me about the nicks on your fingers.Did you teach your friend to pound face?”
“I…”
He’d leaned forward, his warm palm enveloping my hand.“Settle, sweet Millie.You did a good job.Your friend is beating the douche’s ass, and Maxim is with her.You know Maxim Dolov?”
I’d offered a quick nod.Luka’s thumb had rubbed my sensitized skin, shooting electricity up my arm—and down to my core.I’d pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the building ache.He was attractive, attentive, sweet.
“Preg…pregnant?”I wheezed.I had missed my last period…and the one before that.I’d been so busy with my move—setting up my condo and office, learning the area, helping Maxim win over Ida Jane, and obsessing over Luka—that I hadn’t realized the significance.
Fuck.Me.
Luka had.A littletoowell.I was eleven weeks pregnant.I shivered as I relived the feel of Luka’s warm fingers trailing along my sides and the sensation of his lips as he’d worked his way from my jaw down my throat to my breasts.My belly warmed.
“Thatiswhat I said,” Dr.Perera confirmed.
Splash of cold water on that brief fantasy.Focus, Millie.Your world is spinning out of control.“You’resure?”I asked.
Dr.Perera sighed, probably disappointed in the thickness of my skull, which wasn’t usually so thick.Everyone in my department at work considered me a genius.But who cared about that right now?I knewnothingabout babies.
Hell, I could barely care for myself.
“You’re sure?”I asked again, voice rising, muscles tensing.
“Well, hCG levels don’t lie.I’ll get you something for the nausea, which seems extreme.And I’d suggest you get in touch with friends or your former lover—someone to support you.While pregnancy symptoms often calm after twelve weeks, your hyperemesis is severe and may require further intervention.”
“What does that mean?”I crumpled the thin gown that covered my thighs.I tried to think, but I couldn’t.I was pregnant.Luka Stol got me pregnant.
I mean, he was potent.Like…really.
Luka’s eyes had made my heart pitter from that first moment, but by the time I saw him again at his friend’s birthday party the next weekend, he’d made meburn.His smile when he saw me that night had made my tummy clench.His fingertips on my skin, when they’d skimmed down my jaw, throat, chest, caused me to cream my panties.But his kisses…
I was pretty sure the brush of lip, the swirl of tongue, his soft moan as he’d angled his head and deepened the connection between us had caused my ovaries to shove out eggs.He’d worshipped me—palming my breasts, his breath on my nipples making them harder than ever, the warmth of his tongue before they’d chilled from the cool air.He’d nuzzled against my skin, seeming to want to be closer.
And that first thick, deep slide inside my body… I swallowed hard, throat dry, holding back a moan at the memory of how good he’d felt in me, over me, staring into my eyes as if I was the only person to matter.
Yeah, no wonder I was pregnant.If I wasn’t already, I would be now just fromthinkingabout him.
I nibbled on my lip.But it wasn’t just the passionate sex—where he’d shown his stamina as a professional athlete, I might add.And I’d gotten to cup that strong ass as he pumped into my body.Is it hot in here?No, I was hot because themere thoughtof Luka Stol caused me to smolder.
Afterward, when we were both limp and sated, he’d cradled me.His big, hard body had surrounded me, his thick thigh across both of mine.I’d felt cherished.I hadn’t wanted to leave.He’d whispered in my ear, asking me to stay.
Already, he’d made too much of an impression.
