Pinching her nipple gently had her coming awake. As her eyelids fluttered, I whispered in her ear, “Morning, pretty girl.”
She ran a hand over her eyes. “What are you doing, Caleb?”
“I planned on making love to you.”
“You have to actually love me to-”
My mouth on hers cut off what she’d been about to say. I slipped my hand into her panties, stroking her. She forgot her protests and fell into enjoying what I was doing to her. I was enjoying it myself. Watching her pant softly, her pink lips parted, was hot.
I sat up to pull her panties down her legs, my boxer briefs following suit. Stroking myself a couple times, I kissed her breasts, nipping them with my teeth. Gianna’s fingers weaved through my hair, gently tugging at it.
Between her legs, I rubbed myself against her then slowly started to enter. She felt as tight as the first time. Fully inside her, I thrusted slowly, savoring the return to paradise. Trying to tell her with my body what I couldn’t allow myself to put into words.
Her nails dug into my back as she grazed my neck with her lips. Her head dropped back down onto the pillow, half-closed eyes holding mine as I made love to her. She climaxed, moaning her pleasure, heightening my own.
I could sense her remorse as she settled in my arms afterwards. I had no regrets. We’d come together as we were meant to be. She should feel the same way. “I missed you, Gianna.”
She sighed. “Me, too.”
I didn’t want to have to bring it up, but my need to chain her to me didn’t involve propelling her into early motherhood. “I’m sorry I didn’t use a condom. I promise I will next time.”
“I got on the pill a couple weeks ago, so don’t worry.”
In my desperation over the past three weeks, one of the plans I’d contemplated was to purposely knock her up. What could Julie do, then? As the father I’d have rights to see my kid, therefore have access to Gianna. Julie would have to admit defeat.
Or at least any sane person would.
Unfortunately, neither of us was ready for a kid and a baby deserved better than that. Tempting, but it was the wrong way to secure a future together.
“Let’s take a shower,” I suggested, praying my mom didn’t come home anytime soon. Getting up, I grabbed some towels, expecting her to follow me. When I glanced back, she was sitting up on the bed, biting her lip. “Come on, princess.” I held my hand out for her, mentally willing her to take it.
She gave me just enough trust to take my hand. She gave me a little more of her trust when she let me make love to her again in the shower.
Once we were both dressed and Gianna had dried her hair with my mom’s blow dryer, we walked to the diner for a late breakfast. I allowed Gianna to order for herself this time.
Grabbing her hand across the table, I asked, “So, when are you going back to the crew?”
Staring down at our hands, she shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“It makes you happy. You must miss them.”
She turned her head to look out the window at the people passing by. “I don’t know what I want now.”
When this was all over, when I had worked out the Julie problem, hopefully she’d still want me.
“Eat up,” I told her when our food arrived. She dug into her omelet while I demolished my pancakes. When she didn’t finish her hash browns and sausage, I ate those also.
Holding hands as we left, I asked her, “Where’s your car?”
She looked unsure and the answer hit me before she said, “At Ian’s.”
I scowled at her as she held my stare defiantly. “You’re not my boyfriend, Caleb. You can’t get mad about me having guy friends.”
Grabbing her hips, I yanked her against me. “I may not be your boyfriend, but I’m still your man.”
She rolled her eyes, smirking. “Hooking up once a week won’t make you my man.”
I went for an innocent expression. “But, we’ll be doing other things, too.”
Her look was doubtful. “Like what?”
I pecked her on the lips, wanting to kiss away her doubt. “Whatever you like.”
“Shopping?”
I cringed inwardly. “Yes.”
“Chick flicks?”
I kept a grimace in check. “Sure, if you want, but you don’t like chick flicks.”
Her smile was pure feminine glee. “Maybe I’ve decided they’re not so bad. There’s this new Emma Stone movie I think you’ll love!”
Ugh! I couldn’t stand Emma Stone.
She bounced in placed with excitement. I couldn’t tell if she was messing with me or not. I wouldn’t put it past her to find satisfaction in torturing me. “Oh, and next month there’s a new romantic comedy coming out!”