I bump his arm with my shoulder. “Every day? I doubt that. But whatever.”
He gives me one of his devilish grins. “You’ll see.”
FIFTEEN
I stretch and push the covers off.
Danny drags a hand over my thigh. With his face still buried in his pillow, his voice is muffled. “Why are you up so early?”
“I don’t know. Just woke up.” I hop out of the bed and go to the kitchen to start the coffee for him.
I pass Danny coming out of the bathroom on my way in to take care of my morning routine. When I get back to the bed, Danny’s propped up on his pillows, his hair wild, his scruffy jaw sexy as hell.
He holds a hand out. “Come here.”
I take his hand and walk across the bed on my knees. “Coffee’ll be ready for you in a few seconds.”
I straddle his hips. He slides his hands under my short robe and cups my ass cheeks in his big palms.
I kiss the top of his head. “Rach and I are going to look at houses today. Want to come?”
“Sure.”
I close my eyes. Thank you, Mom, for not forgetting to plan for my future after all. It shocked the crap out of me when the attorney called to let me know I had a trust fund and would get it on my twenty-first birthday, apparently two years earlier than planned because Dave signed some papers releasing it. At least one good thing came out of his being a disgusting perv. And the money couldn’t have come at a better time, considering the baby and all.
Danny pulls me back to the here and now when he rubs his face against my not quite as flat belly and places a kiss just below my knotted belt. “Good morning, baby.”
I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his crown. “So, today’s the day.”
He looks up. “What day?”
“Sixteen weeks.”
He grins. “So it is.”
I pull him close. “You know what that means, right?”
“We have five months until we have our very own poop machine?”
I shake my head. “Well, that too, but not what I’m talking about.”
He grabs my hips and pushes me away enough to lean back so our eyes meet. “Then what?”
“It means you can stop treating me like I’m made of blown glass and might shatter any second.” I pull the belt at my waist, untying it.
“Mo—maybe we should—”
“Shush. Maybe if I finally get laid, I’ll be more inclined to answer you differently today.”
His eyes light. “Oh, really?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
Danny sits up a bit straighter. “You said no when I asked at that fancy schmancy restaurant and when I asked under the stars, and when I asked at the baseball game. You said no at the lake and again at the museum of modern art. And you’ve said no every other day and place I’ve asked. Now you’re telling me all I needed to do was have sex with you?”
I look to the ceiling and lift one shoulder. “Maybe.”
The room tilts as he grabs me with both hands. Suddenly I’m flat on my back, and he hovers over me.
He kisses me hard on the mouth. “Well, if that’s the case, babe, let’s get it on.”
He rips open my robe and sets upon my breasts like he’s never done before, touching, kneading, kissing, licking, sucking.
I let out a deep sigh. “Thank God, I thought you’d never touch me again.”
Danny looks up and kisses the beaded nipple at his chin. “There was never any doubt I’d make love to you again. I just wanted to be sure it was safe for the baby. And you. It scared the hell out of me, knowing we could lose this little one.”
He lays a kiss next to my navel.
“But now that we’re in the safe zone…” Danny trails hot kisses to my inner thigh. “This isn’t off limits anymore.”
I twist a lock of his hair in my fingers. “It was never off limits. That was all you, Danny Boy.”
He grunts and runs his tongue up my slit. I let my legs fall open. He kisses my pussy with all the fervency I’ve missed so much over these last few weeks. His magical tongue flicks my clit and slips along the edges of my entrance until I drip with want.
His fingers join his tongue in the magnificent torture. Pressure builds, throbbing at my center. Danny rubs and teases until I ride the line at the precipice. I’m breathless and panting.
He stops and sits up.
What the hell? “What are you doing?”
He rolls away.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I glare.
He digs into his night table drawer.
I let out a chuckle. “Little late for a condom, Mister.”
He shakes his head. “Not looking that.”
“Then come back over here, I’m so freaking close,” I whine as I prop up on my elbows.