And what isn’t helping is that I’ve seen him naked…a lot, so it takes no effort at all to imagine….
“What?” he asks as I stare at the fabric of his shirt stretching over his upper body like we’re in a porn film and seconds from him taking that offensive thing off, and then I can lick down his abs, and down, and down….
“No-nothing.” I fan myself.
“You’re hot. I should reduce the temperature.” He walks up to the Nest thermostat control, and I collapse in my chair.
“You want to climb him like a tree,” Cass observes while Nick fidgets with the temperature.
I swallow. “What? No. No. He’s…an ex.”
Cass only knows that we broke up and not why. How could I tell her? There isn’t a sanitized version to give her. So, it’s simply, we ended, I’m pregnant, and he’s now a bigger pain in my behind than my expanding pelvis.
“You want to ride him like a horse,” she continues as she watches his ass…a very fine ass molded by his Levi’s.
I clear my throat to not let a memory of me doing exactly that form. “I’m allergic to horses.”
Cass smirks, rolling her eyes. “Puhlease, I wasn’t born yesterday.”
Nick comes back and cups my cheek. “How’s that?”
Take all your clothes off, hot stuff, and I’ll tell you.
“F-fine,” I manage to croak out, shooting a snickering Cass a pointed look. “Don’t you have your shop to attend to?”
She tosses her hand up carelessly. “Milo is in there.”
Milo is her cousin who hangs out in her store and uses her equipment to make glassware, which she sells for him.
Nick looks at me worried. “Your face is still flushed. Baby, why don’t you go upstairs and take a nap?”
“Yeah, maybe you can join her…help her…you know,relax.” Cass flutters her eyelashes in mock innocence.
Nick cocks an eyebrow, and slowly, the corner of his lips curls up in amusement. “Cass, get out of here,” he says, his eyes on me.
“I’m going to get a hot flash if I stay here longer,” Cass says cheerfully, leaving us alone.
Nick stands me up and presses me to him. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. Let go of me.” I say the words, but I’m doing nothing to move away from him. I like his body close, and I’m about two seconds from rubbing my very sensitive breasts against his very sexy pecs.
He brushes his lips against mine.
He smells good. So, so good.
I close my eyes and open my mouth to welcome his kiss. His taste is warm with a hint of the coffee he likes to drink, which I can’t, which I miss. His hands slide into my hair, holding me in place as his mouth moves against mine.
I curl my tongue around his, wanting to devour him. My hands cup his ass, but I can’t feel him against the notch between my thighs—stupid belly.
“Want more, baby.” It’s not a question. His hand slides along my hip, and he lifts my thigh so that I can rub myself on his jeans.
“Yes,” I moan as I plant small kisses along his jaw.
Suddenly, heaven is over, and he has me at an arm’s distance. His breathing is shallow, no better than mine. “You need rest, not….”
I glare. “You could at least finish what you started.”
He walks me to the comfortable office chair he bought for me, one that comes with its own stool so I can put my feet up.
