The doctor had kissed his cheek. “Fire and passion, Donovan. It’s a Mullens trait. She’s so much like her father it’s scary. You have my sympathy.”
So much for helpful.
He waited on that couch thinking about Layla’s attitude, how quickly she jumped to insult lately, how beautiful she looked when she was angry and Donovan decided to see just how fiery that Mullens passion got. He was likely pushing the limits of her patience, if that mythical thing existed, and left the living room to seek her out.
But the bedroom was empty and the adjoining bathroom door was closed. He heard the shower running and figured that would leave her scant room to run if he wanted to pick a fight with her.
Besides, it wasn’t like Donovan was the only frustrated person stomping around the apartment. Something else her mother warned him about had left Donovan smiling for hours after the doctor left. “Pregnant women are horny. All the damn time. It’s the inferno, I’m afraid. I can’t believe I’m suggesting this, but maybe if you try to… ahem… she won’t be so moody.”
“Are you seriously telling me to ahem your daughter?”
“Yeah. If you want her to be less crazy flakes and trust me, Donovan, you really don’t want crazy flakes Layla.”
Donovan didn’t know how much more crazy flakes Layla he could stand so he slipped into the bathroom, got rid of his clothes and stood there watching her curvy silhouette behind the fogged glass door.
If it hadn’t been for the low sniffles he heard her making, Donovan would have been completely hard just watching her shadow move under that spray.
“Layla?”
She immediately straightened at the sound of his voice. “What.”
“Can I talk to you?”
“I’m naked and wet.”
“Nothing new to me, brat.”
“Oh yeah?” That attitude was sharp, irritated already and Layla flung open the door, tossing water onto the floor but her venom, her scowl, shifted, changed into something Donovan recognized when she moved her eyes down, then back up his body before she locked her gaze right on his dick. Those eyes took away any hesitation that might have kept his dick even remotely soft. Just a few seconds of her hard gaze on his body and he was achingly hard. “What… what are you doing?”
Her seeming inability to keep her eyes off him was something Donovan recognized. He’d seen it from her every time he was stripped naked in front of her. That look told him what she wanted and just then, what she wanted was him.
He was tired of pretending. Tired of being patient and polite so Donovan walked toward her, threw out a brief “Move over” as a warning and he stepped into the shower right with Layla.
She held her arms in front of her, as though he wasn’t intimately familiar with the weight of her breasts, with how perfectly they fit into his hands and the grin on his face only fell when she flinched, moving away from him as he reached over her head to grab the body wash. His arm stretched above her, he stared down, saw how wide her eyes had grown, how stiff she held herself and decided not to ask her why she was shying away from him. He knew. It had been two damn months since he’d touched her. Two very long, very lonely, very frustrating months and Donovan’s teeth ached at just the sight of her now. All wet and gorgeous and full. He wouldn’t do a thing to make her leave that shower. Instead, he lathered his body, sidled next to her under the spray to wash and rinse the day from his body and when he was finally clean, he replaced the loofa to the tiled shelf near the shower head and moved her back under the water.
She didn’t fight him and as the hot water hit her neck, the tension eased in her shoulders, her arms, and she let Donovan tip her head back against the spray to wash her hair. Her eyes closed, Layla moaned, likely from the way his fingers massaged her temples, ran through her thick hair.
Like this, Layla was the most beautiful he’d ever seen her and that was saying something. He’d seen her breathless, he’d seen her spitting mad so that her skin tinged pink and glowed like porcelain. But just then, with the muscles of her neck flexing as he moved her head and those long streaks of water raining over her face, down her body, Donovan thought she’d never been more beautiful.
He leaned forward, groaning when she let him lick the water from her neck. “I wasn’t calling you fat.”
“You said I had a pooch.”
He leaned back, shaking his head when she frowned. “I said you’re getting a pooch. I’m not an idiot. I know what happens to a woman’s body when she gets pregnant.”
“Yeah, we get fat.”
“No,” he said, taking his hands from her hair so he could pull her close. “You get better.” Donovan loved how smooth her skin felt as he ran his fingers up her back. He loved even more how easily she leaned against him, how just one kiss along her neck chased the frown from her face. “Your skin fucking glows. Like… ha,” he smiled, looking down at her with a wink, “like glitter.” Her laugh was easy, pleased and the sound only made him want her more. “And your breasts…” Donovan knew they were sore and so he was gentle, cautious as he held their weight in his hands.