Did he truly want to see all that hurt in her eyes when he came clean about his life, that nearly every single thing he’d ever told her had been false?
Damn it, he hated he’d become that man. Hated that he would inevitably crush her. He didn’t want her to look at him in disgust, but the moment would come and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. All he could do was stall, earn her trust outside of the bedroom.
Whether he wanted to face the fact or not, his feelings for her were growing deeper and damn if that didn’t complicate things even further.
He’d thought getting her out of his system, then out of his life after the film was over, would be a piece of cake. His secrets could’ve remained just that from her and he could’ve revealed them once she was gone.
Yet here he was, tangled in his own web of lies, becoming more and more restricted with each passing day, each new lie, and finding himself sinking deeper into a woman he knew only intimately.
“Just worried about you.” And that was the absolute truth. “With your blood pressure on the high side, I just want to make sure you take it easy.”
Her hand slid over his stubbled cheek. “I’m taking it easy right now.”
Easing forward, craving more of her touch, Nash slid his hand up over her knee, beneath the soft cotton dress and over her thigh. “I intend for you to take it easy until your next appointment.”
Lily stilled, her hand falling into her lap. “Nash, I can’t stay that long. I have a life in LA, a job, my mother is in Arizona...I can’t just stay here and forget all of my obligations.”
“You can take a break,” he insisted. “You heard the doctor. A month off will be good for you and you don’t have another film to get to, right?”
Lily shrugged, her eyes darting to her lap where she toyed with the bunched material of her dress. “I can’t stay here with you, Nash. This baby is real. I can’t just play house.”
“You can.” His eyes held hers as he leaned closer, nipped her lips and eased back. “You can stay for today.” He nipped again. “And tomorrow.”
He wasn’t ready to play house yet, either, but he also wasn’t letting her go.
“Reality is so hard to face when you’re touching me,” she murmured against his lips. “I don’t even know what to do next.”
Nash eased back and winked. “I’ve got a good idea.”
“Does it involve the kitchen?” she asked with a crooked grin.
Giving her thigh a squeeze, Nash leaned back. “I thought you were nauseous?”
“Right now I’m starving.”
Nash came to his feet and glanced down to her. The way she all but stretched out over the chaise, her dress hitched up to near indecent level, her hair spread all around her, she was sexy personified and had no clue the power she held.
And she was pregnant with his child. He never imagined just how much of a turn-on that would be.
Mine. That’s all he could think right at this moment and the revelation nearly had his knees buckling
“What are you in the mood for?” he asked, trying to focus.