Taking her hand in mine, I lift it to my lips, pressing a long kiss to the back of her hand and ignoring the way my cock twitches in my pants from such a simple touch. It’s getting so hard to resist touching her the way I want to, but I know it will be worth the wait.
“I promise, you’re going to love it.”
34
PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE
LYDIA
TWENTY WEEKS PREGNANT
My stomach swoops as Fletcher drives us down the long, snow-covered driveway. We got a dusting of snow last night, and it made the hour-long drive out of the Twin Cities look like a winter wonderland.
He didn’t tell me what we were doing until this morning, but something about today feels extra special. What he’s doing means the world to me. Taking time out of his busy schedule to plan dates—and not only just a date, but elaborate, thoughtful ones—is so special. He’s really trying to prove he means what he’s saying.
It’s so sweet.
“I can’t believe I’ve never been here,” I say as we pull up to the cabin. It’s nothing fancy, but it looks so homey.
“Same. I told Cal we’re going to have to do a long weekend up here this summer, maybe over the Fourth of July.”
“That would be so fun! And the baby will behere by then,” I say, automatically placing a hand on my lower stomach.
My soft stomach now has a small bump that isn’t too visible to others yet, but I can see it. I can’t wait to get bigger and really be able to see my bump in all my clothes, not just when I’m naked and looking for it. You can’t even tell in the oversized, comfy sweater I’m wearing today, and you especially can’t tell with my jacket over it.
“Holy shit, you’re right.” Fletcher puts the vehicle in park and shifts to look at me. “We’re going to have so much fun.”
A scene plays out in my mind before I can stop it. Fletcher, holding a baby girl in a ladybug hat in his arms on the boat. It’s a beautiful scene, and I can’t wait to have it become a reality.
“Let’s go inside.” He rounds the car and opens my door, holding his hand for me. “It’s a little slippery.”
He holds my hand as I get out and doesn’t let go, protesting when I try to pull away to grab my bags from the backseat. “I’ll grab them in a minute. I want to get you inside, and a fire started first.”
I gasp. “There’s a fireplace?”
“Yep. Grace got some wood for us, so it’s ready to go.”
“This is amazing.” Stopping in my tracks, I admire the wooded area surrounding us. I pull Fletcher’s hand and step onto my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I can’t say thank you enough.”
The urge to kiss him is strong, but he doesn’t make a move, even though I can see in his gaze that he wants to. So, I do the next best thing and press my lips to his cheek. My body lights up with desire at the simple touch. Fletcher’s arms tighten around my waist, and he groans, his hips pressing into mine. A hardness presses against my core, andI nearly groan in delight. My fingers twist in the hair at the nape of his neck. I have a feeling I won’t be waiting much longer to have his lips on mine.
“Come on. I need to get you inside before I do something.” The words come out sounding tight.
A breathy sigh falls from my lips as he releases me, and I slide back down to flat feet. “What if I want you to do something?”
Fletcher groans again, this time pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re testing my patience.”
I laugh. “Haven’t I always done that?”
“This is a different type of patience.” Fletcher bends to get the key from under a rock, and he not-so-subtly adjusts his pants as he stands.
Oh.
I guess maybe he’s right. Heat burns in my core, and I’m not sure how much longer I can take this. The image of a half-naked Fletcher runs through my mind, particularly the trail of hair that directs a path to the thing I want most. His tempting touches have been driving me wild. I want him so bad that images of him between my thighs, his lips glossy with my release as he lifts his head to gaze at me with those intense eyes, have infiltrated my dreams. I’ve been so horny lately. When I wake up soaking wet after a dream of him, I can’t help but get myself off to the thought. I need him.
A shiver runs through my body at the fantasy, and Fletcher looks at me with concern. “Cold?”
I shake my head and hold his eyes, hoping I can convey what’s going on in my mind to him with only a look. “Opposite, actually.”
