“Do you wanna bet?” he asked. “I want to tear your clothes off every time I look at you, but I didn’t think you wanted me to. After the last time with you running out of my apartment like that. And then, after what happened with the pain you were having, I didn’t know if it was safe or if you were nervous.”
“It’s safe. And I’m not nervous.” Her words came out in a rushed jumble but it took him a second to comprehend them.
His cock swelled and she gave another tentative squeeze.
“Look, Tawny, you don’t have to do this. I can wait. I’ve waited this long and I—”
“I don’t want to wait.” She searched his gaze, and the hungry, needy look in her eyes shot another surge of longing through him.
“Oh, thank god,” he muttered, pinching his eyes closed as need pounded through him. It took every ounce of self-discipline he had to open his eyes and continue. “But we are going to have to wait a little longer, because we’re in the middle of your baby shower. So you’re going to have to move your hand before I lose it.”
She blushed, then removed the hand that had been gripping him.
“Tonight, after the party. My apartment?” he asked, his mind already conjuring up the image of the two of them entwined…already feeling her tight channel gripping his cock.
She wet her plump lips and nodded. “After the party.”
Hand in hand, they walked back down the stairs to discover the blue and white sheet cake waiting for them, but try as they might, the minutes couldn’t tick by fast enough. All he wanted to do was get Tawny back up to his bedroom and find out exactly how good she looked underneath her gauzy top. He wanted to feel her full breasts in his hands, wanted to twist her pretty pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Wanted to see how her body had changed as his son grew inside her.
And Tawny herself did nothing to help his struggle. For the rest of the party, his phone buzzed every few minutes, and he would open it to find a text from her, detailing exactly what she wanted to do to him. How she wanted to feel him inside her. How she wanted to taste his hard length. How often she’d been thinking about it.
By the time they got to coffee, Luke was fit to burst, and it was all he could do not to pull her into the bathroom and bend her over, not caring what happened so long as he got to make her every wish come true.
Then, when Tawny finally said, “I’m feeling a little tired, I hope you guys don’t mind if I call it a night,” he practically ran out of his parents’ house, a giggling Tawny in tow.
Chapter 18
"Please tell me you're not actually tired?"
He snapped the door closed behind them and turned to look at her.
She was already flushed--though whether it was from climbing the stairs or from the heat of the moment he couldn't tell--and he reached out to her, hoping she couldn't hear the way his heart was practically pounding out of his chest.
She grinned, then shook her head. "Wide awake. But...are you sure, Luke? I'm fine but I’m not the...I mean, I don't look the same. I might not feel like me." She chewed on her bottom lip and he squeezed her hand.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, then took another step toward her and brushed her mane of hair back behind her shoulder. Cupping her chin with one hand, he forced her to meet his gaze and he continued, "Your eyes are gorgeous and soft."
He ran his thumb over her heated cheek.
"Your cheeks are full and perfect."
His thumb trailed lower.
"Your lips are amazing."
He led her to his mouth and took her worried bottom lip between his own, trying his hardest to kiss away her doubts--to make her see herself the way he saw her. Because in his mind? Belly or no, she was the same gorgeous creature that had strolled across the grass that night at the race. She was the same beautiful girl who had tucked him in after the bar and had let him drag that terrible jersey over her head to see her full, gorgeous breasts.
"Tawny," he murmured against her lips. "You are everything."
She sighed, and he swept his tongue out to meet hers, tangling with it until she opened her mouth more for him, letting him explore her and pull her as close as he could. Her belly rubbed against his stiff erection and he knew she could feel his need, could feel how much just looking at her had made him want to explore her body, but he wasn't ready yet--before he took her, he needed her to know how he felt. Needed to show her.
Gently, he kissed his way down the column of her throat, then sucked the little space above the hollow of her clavicle. "Your neck is gorgeous," he said, then kissed his way back up, sucking the space just below her ear until she shivered in his embrace.