He holds his hand out to me, and I reach for him, putting mine in his. He pulls me toward him, and then we sit on the couch next to each other, his hip against mine, and I’m surprised when he doesn’t let my hand go. He brings it between the two of us, and his fingers caress my skin, stroking back and forth.
It feels so good that my nipples pebble just from the hand play. I can feel my cheeks heat just from his touch.
“I put on the new action flick that just came out. Are action movies still your favorite?”
I nod. “I’m surprised you remember that.”
He squeezes my hand. “I remember everything about you.”
I lean my head against his shoulder and snuggle into him. I know I said no promises and no expectations, but I am going to try and enjoy this as much as I can.
CHAPTER 13
ELIJAH
She’s asleep.
It’s past midnight, and she fell asleep in the first half hour of the movie.
I haven’t moved an inch, wanting her to rest, loving that she felt comfortable enough here with me to give what her body obviously needed.
But I know if I don’t move her, she’s going to be really uncomfortable in the morning.
As gently as I can, I position her so that she doesn’t fall when I stand up. As soon as I do, I lift her up into my arms, and she wakes up enough to slide her arms around my neck. Her voice is a mumble against my chest. “I’m too heavy.”
I kiss the top of her head. “No, you’re not. You’re perfect.”
I carry her down the hall to my bedroom. I could have easily taken her to the guest room, but there’s something inside me that wants her in my bed. I’m already imagining jacking off tomorrow with her scent surrounding me.
I softly clear my throat, trying to clear my thoughts. I shouldn’t be thinking this about her, not yet. We’re not there yet, but I hope we will be.
I pull the covers back and lay her down in my bed.
She doesn’t look comfortable in her jeans, but I don’t trust myself to remove them. I debate with myself until I convince myself that I should at least loosen them. I undo the button and then look at the marks on her skin. Don’t women usually wear pregnancy pants? These seem really binding.
I want to smooth the marked skin, but I know if I do, I’ll wake her.
I open her pants a little, giving her room to breathe, and then I quickly bring the cover up to cover her.
My eyes travel up her body, and that’s when I see her staring back at me. “Hey,” I whisper.
She looks soft and vulnerable, and a protective side I’ve never felt before comes over me. In this moment, I know I’ll do anything to make her mine.
She searches my face. “Are you the one that has been sending me the notes, the flowers and the candy?”
I sit down on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, it was me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“They made you so happy, and I didn’t know if me sending them would take away any of that. I didn’t know.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “I had hoped it was you. I wanted it to be.”
Pleasure fills me. “You’re not going to be comfortable like this. Can I get you a T-shirt to sleep in?”
Her eyebrow arches. “Your T-shirt?”
I nod and get up. I open the drawer filled with T-shirts and pick one from the company softball team that has my name on the back of it. The thought of her wearing my name makes me a little crazy.
