“No, I suppose you’re right. I don’t want that,” he answered, and she heard a note of steel in his voice.
“Maybe things will change if we keep seeing each other.”
“I want to be in my child’s life, so someday we’ll have to work out how we’re going to share our baby,” he said in a different tone of voice. Why had he changed? Only minutes ago he hadn’t been this way. She wondered whether they would ever be truly close, much less truly in love.
She lay down beside him again, her hair spreading on his shoulder as he pulled her close against him, leg against leg, thigh against thigh, her head on the indention between his chest and shoulder. He had proposed. He’d helped her. He wanted to be with her and take her out. What had happened in his life to cause him to let it get between him and someone else he would otherwise be close to in a relationship?
Would he ever feel close enough to her to share whatever he held back from her now?
Six
“Hey, why so solemn?” he asked, nuzzling her neck and making her giggle.
“That’s better. Let’s go shower and see what happens.”
“Evidently you have plans,” she said, amused and forgetting the serious life-changing decisions that loomed for her.
He stepped out of bed, scooped her up and carried her to the large bathroom, to stand her on her feet in the roomy tiled shower.
They played and splashed beneath the warm water until he looked at her and his smile faded, desire surfacing in his eyes. He reached out to caress her breasts and she inhaled, placing her hands on his hips and closing her eyes.
He was aroused, ready to love again, and she wanted him. She stroked him, stepping closer to kiss him and hold him. His lips were wet, his face wet, his body warm and wet against hers.
He turned off the water and moved from the shower, taking her hand as she stepped out. Aaron picked up a thick towel, shaking it out and lightly drying her in sensuous strokes that heightened desire. She picked up another fresh towel to dry him, excited by the look in his eyes that clearly revealed desire.
She rubbed the thick white towel over sculpted muscles, down over his flat belly, lightly drawing it across his thick staff.
He groaned, dropping his towel and grabbing hers to toss it away. He scooped her into his arms and carried her back to bed as he kissed her. Their legs were still wet, but she barely noticed and didn’t care as she clung to him and kissed him.
He shifted between her legs and then rose up slightly, watching her as he entered her again. She cried out, arching to meet him, reaching for him to pull him back down into her embrace.
They made love frantically as if they never had before and she cried out with her climax.
He climaxed soon after, holding her as he pumped, finally lowering his weight and then rolling on his side to hold her against him.
“Fantastic, Aaron,” she whispered, floating in euphoria. “Hot kisses and sexy loving.”
“I’ll have to agree,” he said. “I want to hold you all night.”
“No arguments from me on that one.”
Once again they were silent and she ran her hand over him, thinking she would never tire of touching him. Aaron brought joy, help, fun, excitement, sex into her life. He was giving her his baby. If only he could give her his love.