I shiver just thinking about it and bring my knees to my chest.
“What are you thinking?” He asks, heading to the set of drawers. He’s moved a few of his own items into my penthouse since he’s here most of the time. He pulls out a pair of sweats and then drops the towel, pulling them on without underwear and no shirt.
I watch his muscles roll and flex as he closes the short gap between us, eyes taking in every glorious inch of him, from the carved muscles of his abdomen to the deep V of his hips, a strip of dark blond hair trailing from his navel and disappearing beneath the band of his sweats.
My whole body warms as I watch him, forgetting all those previous thoughts about what those hands are capable of.
“Keep looking at me like that, Red,” He growls in warning, “And I’ll tie you to the bed and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
My thighs clench, “Looking at you like what?” I blink slowly.
One side of his mouth notches up, “Like you want to eat me.”
I mean… I grin at him and throw myself down onto the mattress, landing on the pillows as he crawls toward me. His arms band on either side of me and he stares down at my face, eyes flicking around as if he’s committing every one of my features to memory.
“Dirty girl,” He grumbles before he pushes away, “While it’s very tempting to fuck you, Wills, I need to feed you, what do you feel like eating?”
I almost say tacos but then remember they make me sick now which is almost enough to make me cry again. We settle on Chinese takeout and when it arrives, we relax onto the couch like any normal couple would.
But we’re not a normal couple, he’s not a normal man but during times like this, it’s easier to pretend that our future isn’t balancing on a precarious edge.
Chapter Thirty-one
I’m about halfway through this book and it just keeps getting worse.
“The fuck are you reading?” Killian snatches it from my hand before he collapses down onto the couch ahead of me. It’s poker night and while I love the game usually, I cannot stop reading that damn book.
Killian cringes, “Why the fuck does this havepictures?”
I snatch the book back, stifling my own cringe as I glance at the page Killian was seeing. I’ve read several pregnancy and parent related books over the last three weeks, but this one is definitely the most graphic. I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life, a lot ofbloody, gory stuff but seeing a crowning baby really takes the cake. It just looks so damn painful.
“Did you know the baby is currently the size of a fig?” I close the book.
“A fig?” Killian takes a handful of peanuts and shoves them into his mouth.
“Yep, and Willow is starting to get this little bump,” I pull out my cell to show him the image I took this morning of her. It’s only a small swell, if I didn’t know it was there, I would never have noticed it. I couldn’t stop touching it, knowing that’s our baby growing in there. But Willow has been off the last couple of weeks, and I haven’t figured out why. I know she’s scared, and I get that, but it just feelsdeeperthan that.
Willow wanted a girl’s night with Olivia, so I arranged with the guys to do poker since it had been a while and it’s been rather quiet on every other front, even with the council.
“Well shit, would you look at that,” he muses, “That’s a real baby in there.”
“As opposed to what?” Dean scoffs, walking into the drawing room that doubles as Malakai’s office.
Killian throws a peanut at his brother, “I’m just saying, it’s kind of hard to believe our boy is going to be a daddy.”
Dean grunts in agreement.
“What do you mean it’s hard to believe?” I snap at the two of them.
Killian shrugs, “Let’s be honest, Bast, you’ve never been the settling down type.”
“I totally thought you’d remain a playboy for the rest of your life.” Dean says.
“You’re both idiots,” I clip, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the table and pouring a glass.
“What are you children arguing about now?” Malakai sighs as he walks in.
“Not arguing,” Killian says, “Just pointing out that none of us believed Bast could settle down.”
