SEX Unlimited Volume 3(19)

“You’re still here,” I whisper.

He smiles and nods. “I’m still here.”

“I really thought you’d leave.”

He reaches up and brushes a wild strand of hair away from my face.

“I can’t say I’m exactly happy about something this unexpected. Nor can I say I even know how I really feel about the fact that I’m going to be a father again, when it wasn’t something I wanted after what happened.”

He pauses and I’m practically holding my breath.

“But I’m not that guy, Candace. I love you. I’m not going to abandon a responsibility like this, even if it’s not exactly what I had planned for my future.”

Responsibility?

His future?

Red flags are going up in my mind and I can feel myself going on the defensive.

“I don’t want to be a responsibility to you. This is about much more than just your future. There are three people involved here.”

I sit up and turn away from him.

“This wasn’t in my plans either.”

I turn my head toward him and look right into his eyes.

“I never expected,” I waved my hand back and forth between us, “any of this.”

He sits up beside me.

“I know.”

His hand comes up to caress my back. “I’m sorry. I’m not reacting the best way, I guess. It’s just a lot all at once. I’m not trying to be insensitive.”

I drop my head. “I know. I’m just tired, sore, and overly emotional.”

Looking up at him, I try and sympathize with how he’s feeling about this with the loss of his daughter at the forefront of his mind. “I know this blindsided you. Trust me, I’m terrified. I mean, I’m having a baby with a man I barely know. Do you even realize how little we know about each other outside of the walls of a hotel or bedroom?”

His hand falls from my back to the bed. As soon as he’s not touching me I want his hand back on me. Even now when things are tense and uncertain, his touch comforts me.

“We may not know as much about each other as other, more conventional couples who meet under regular circumstances, but one thing I am sure of is that I know you. I may not know your favorite color or your little quirks. I don’t know your favorite season, movie, or color.” He reaches up and places his hand on my cheek, gliding his thumb back and forth softly. “I know more than those insignificant things. I know how to touch your body in ways that brings you orgasms like you’ve never had before. I know how soft your lips are on mine. I know your laugh is my favorite sound and your smile is contagious. I know the woman inside you. I know the deeper connection you long for and how to give it to you.”

He brings his other hand up to my face, cradling it. “I know your heart and I’ve given you mine without even realizing it. All the things and favorites and facts in the world can never compete with the way loving you has destroyed me in the best way I could’ve ever asked for. You’ve wrecked me and I’ve loved every second of it.”

Tears gather in my eyes and begin to fall. He wipes them away with his thumbs. “What I also know is when you cry is makes my chest hurt and all I want to do is make it better.”

I try to blink away the tears and slow the pounding in my chest. “I don’t know what to say. No one has ever said anything like this to me before.”

Gradually he leans in and kisses the corner of one eye, then the other. I close them and exhale. Just as my eyes start to flutter open I feel his warm lips on mine. We haven’t kissed in what feels like forever. At first it’s tender and patient. His tongue moves smoothly across my lower lip and I open for him. His hands move from my face back into my hair. He turns into a sort of musician; me his only instrument. He kisses me with passion and reverence, guiding me as if we’re slow dancing to our own music in a burning room of flames. Every caress of his tongue, brush of his lips, brings us closer to a symphony, causing every other thing around us to fall away. We become each other’s solo, transforming them into a lovers duet. A big, strong hand slides gently down my back and I can feel his warmth through the thin material of my t-shirt. He grasps my hips and moves me onto his lap with ease, as if I’m a wisp of air.

Our kiss grows needier, like the steady increase of the beat of a drum. It intensifies and I want more; so much more of him. My mind clears of all worry, doubt, and just like I always do I allow myself to relinquish all inhibitions under his soothing touch. I wrap my legs around him and he pulls me in as close as he possibly can. Breaking our hungry kiss, he reaches down and pulls at the bottom of my shirt. I raise my arms for him and he pulls it up and over my head, dropping it to the side. Long, dark tendrils of my mussed up hair fall wildly around my face and down my back. He looks at me intently. Those whiskey colored eyes trace every inch of my exposed body until his gaze connects with mine.