I’m hard from the sight of her. Starved for her touch and her taste. But when I let her hand go, she wraps her arms around her middle while keeping her eyes averted. It’s like she’s trying to hide from me. I don’t like it. I don’t like that Owen is convinced she’s sad and I’m the reason.
I don’t like that, whether I’m the reason or not, I didn’t realize. And I’m not sure how to fix it yet. As busy as I’ve been with work, and as busy as she’s been with helping organize the wedding, I’ve dropped the ball. She’s the most important person in my world. I should have noticed it was more than morning sickness and exhaustion. I shouldn’t have missed the signs that something wasn’t right.
“Summer.” Tucking a finger under her chin, I tip back her pretty face. “Your brother said you’re not happy.”
“What?” Her startled green gaze leaps to mine. “I’m not impressed with them right now. Any of them. Well, Burke—”
“With me?” I swallow hard, feeling choked up. “Us? Is there something I’ve missed? Something I’ve done? Or haven’t done?”
She holds my gaze for the longest time. The whir of the exhaust fan and the water pouring down around us is loud in the steamy bathroom.
So there is something. “Kitten, I—”
“Do you still want me?” she blurts. A blush creeps over her skin. All over. Such a pretty peach.
But I’m frozen. How could she possibly believe I don’t?
She tucks her wet hair behind her ear as she looks away. “Well, that answers that question.”
“Hang on. Hold up.” I grab her arm before she can duck out of the shower. I draw her in front of me. “Do you really believe that I... fuck... that I don’t want you?”
“It’s been months since we’ve had sex. I don’t know what to think.”
“You’ve been sick. Exhausted. Run off your feet. The last thing I wanted to do was add to your plate when you had so much on it. I was being considerate. Careful.”
“I was sick. I was tired. But that was weeks ago, and you still don’t want to touch me.” She juts out her chin.
“Want to...” This idea that I could not want her is staggering. She can’t believe it. “You’re serious...”
“You’ve ignored every hint I’ve dropped.” Hurt fills her lovely eyes. “I thought last night in the barn... but you ran out...”
“I...” I groan. Damn it. Instead of giving her what she needed I gave her what I thought she needed. And I hurt her. Well, that’s going to change right now. “I wanted you, kitten. I want you all the time. I was this close to tearing off those shorts you were wearing and fucking you over those hay bales last night without a care whether your brothers might catch us.”
“You were?” Her brows draw together like she’s not sure whether to believe me. “Then why did you run out?”
I crowd her back against the smooth tiles. Pinning one palm to the wall above her head, I take her other hand and place it on my cock. “Feel that... how hard I am for you.”
“Yes.” Her grip on me is almost painful with how good it feels. The desire to push into it unbearable. Her fingers pulse around me, driving me to distraction.
“That’s what you do to me. That’s how hard I was last night when you brushed up against me. But I knew... I thought I knew... that with everything going on, the last thing you needed was me all over you, so I gave you space.”
“I brushed up against you on purpose. I miss you. I miss sex. And I thought all of this...” She pulls her hand out of my grip so she can gesture at her body.
“What?” Every inch of her is sexy as fuck.
“I’ve been sick. I’m already getting fatter. It’s not sexy. I’m—”
“Shut up.” It comes out on a growl. “I didn’t mean that. But you have to know every time you show an ankle or flash a shoulder, I’m considering how long it will take me to get you naked and riding my cock. And you carrying my babies... growing our children... holy fuck, that’s beyond sexy.” I take adeep breath as I run my thumb along one strap of her bra and watch goose bumps break out. “I was fixated on making sure I was looking after you, but I fucked it up. Let me make it up to you?”
Her lips part as she searches my face. She nods.
“Good.” I press my mouth to hers in a soft, teasing kiss while I peel the wet strap down.
She winds her hands around my neck and opens for my tongue. Letting me in to taste her softness. Teasing me back by stroking the tip of her tongue against mine.
I hook my fingers around the other strap and drag it down her upper arm. The sculpted black lace cups loosen, and her breasts tumble free. Her blushing nipples harden and stand up.
I cup the soft weights with both palms. They spill over my hands. I love her tits. Always have. But pregnancy has made me more obsessed with them. “So fucking perfect.”
