Carrying the Lost Heir's Child(22)

                “Grilled cheese.”

                “Grilled cheese? Like bread, butter and a lot of fatty cheese?”

                “You saying I can’t have that?” she asked, quirking a brow as if daring him to argue.

                “Not at all.” With a laugh, he held his hands up in defense. “I’m just shocked that’s what you’re asking for.”

                “Grilled cheese is just one of my weaknesses,” she told him. “All that gooey cheese and crispy bread.”

                Something so simple, yet a fact he hadn’t known about her. Which just proved he really didn’t know much about the mother of his child except how to excite her, how to get her to make those sweet little moans, how to make her lids flutter down just before she climaxed.

                “One grilled cheese coming right up,” he declared, quickly heading toward the kitchen before he took what he wanted, which was Lily all laid out beneath him.

                He was serious about wanting her there, wanting her to stay with him until they figured out a game plan. So that meant he needed to take the time to learn more about her and not just how fast he could peel down those strapless sundresses she seemed so fond of.

                As much as he wanted to learn about her, he was terrified she’d be wanting to learn more about him.

                Which begged the ultimate question. Did he come clean or continue this farce for as long as possible?

                * * *

                Ever the gentleman, Nash had put her bags from her on-site trailer in his guest bedroom. He was giving her the option of staying in a room by herself or sleeping with him.

                This baby had them taking every step carefully, moving from a hot, steamy affair into something more...calm.

                Lily slid her hand over her still-flat stomach and took in the cozy bedroom with its pale gray walls, dark furniture and navy bedding. The fact that she was pregnant with his child and trying to figure out where to sleep was really absurd.

                Lily turned, smacking into the hard, firm wall of Nash’s chest. His bare, gloriously naked, tanned, taut muscular chest. Would she ever tire of looking at this man? Would her body’s fierce response always be so overwhelming? When she was with Nash she couldn’t think, let alone figure out a future or make decisions. He aroused her, made her ache and crave his touch, and he’d managed to start working his way into her heart. Strong, firm hands gripped her bare arms in an attempt to steady her as her eyes held on to the tantalizing view before her.

                “I’m going to assume by the way you’re looking at me that you’re not sleeping in the guest room.”

                Lily’s eyes traveled up to see the smirk, the dark lifted brows. “Did you parade in here half-naked on purpose to sway my decision?”

                With his focus on her lips, the tips of his fingertips slid over her sensitive breasts and down her torso to grip her hips and pull her flush against his strong body.

                “It wouldn’t take much persuasion to get you in my bed,” he murmured against her lips. “The decision up to you.”

                She never grew tired of his hard body against hers. Lily flattened her palms against his chest. “I’d love to sleep in your bed, but I need you to know that I have no clue what’s happening between us. I mean, I know I have feelings for you that go beyond sex. And that was before the baby. I don’t know what to do now and I have no clue how you’re feeling.”