This Man Confessed(62)

He rolls his eyes and reaches in, pulling out a pregnancy test. “Of course I do.”

“Then why do you have a paper bag with—” I grab it and tip it upside down, emptying the little boxes into the sink next to me. I start picking them up and chucking them on the counter. “One, two, three… eight! Why do you have eight pregnancy tests?” I wave one of the boxes under his nose.

He shrugs sheepishly and bats the box away. “There are two in a box.”

“Sixteen?” I blurt.

He starts opening one of the boxes. “Sometimes they don’t work properly. They’re just backups.” He slides a stick out and takes it to his mouth, ripping off the plastic packaging before he thrusts it at me. “You have to pee on this bit here, look.”

I watch him pull the cap off and point to the only nonplastic part of the stick. “I did one at the doctor’s, Jesse. Why won’t you take my word for it?”

His lip slides straight between his teeth and starts to receive a nervous chew. “I do take your word for it, but I need to see for myself.”

I feel a little offended, although I have no right to be. “How long have you had these?”

He pouts and shrugs guiltily, dropping his eyes. He doesn’t need to say. I put my hand out and his eyes lift. They are sparkling again.

“Give.” I nod at the stick and watch as his lip slips through his bite and he smiles. He really really smiles. I think this smile even tops his one reserved only for me. I quickly bat away the silly pang of jealousy that stabs at me because of it and jump down from the unit. “Some privacy, please.”

He recoils, a look of disbelief on his face. “I’m staying!”

“I’m not peeing on a stick in front of you!”

He sits down on the floor in front of me, his towel gaping open and revealing…everything. “Move me.” He’s fighting a smug grin from his lush lips.

“I’ll use another bathroom,” I retort haughtily as I sidestep him to exit the bathroom, but I yelp as my ankle is grasped and I’m suddenly trying to pull a dead weight to escape. “Jesse!” I tug my leg, but it’s completely hopeless. I turn to find him lying on his stomach, now with both palms wrapped around my one ankle.

He’s looking up at me with adorable, shimmering eyes, and he’s pouting. “Humor me, baby. Please.” He actually bats his long lashes at me.

I try my hardest to restrain my smile. “Can you at least turn around?”

“No.” He jumps up and whips his towel off, his beauty hitting me like a sledgehammer. “Does this make you feel better?” He holds his arms to the sides, and I can’t stop my appreciative gaze dragging down his solid loveliness.

I sigh happily. “No, that just distracts me,” I muse, continuing to drink him in—all of him. Every wondrous, magnificent, sickeningly perfect inch of him. I reach his face. His eyes have smoked out, and I know mine have, too. “You wield that physique unfairly.”

“Of course I do. It’s one of my best assets.” He reaches forward and yanks my towel off. “It comes a close second to this one.” His eyes leisurely skate down my nakedness, and he sighs to himself. “Just perfect.”

“You won’t say that when I’m fat and swollen,” I grumble, suddenly realizing that I will, in fact, get fat and swollen. “And if you say there will be more of me to love, then I might divorce you.” I snatch the towel up and rewrap myself, ignoring his obvious annoyance at my concealing his best asset.

“Don’t say the word ‘divorce,’” he threatens, taking my hand and leading me to the toilet. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll eat for two, too.” He’s looking down at me with a smirk.

“Promise you won’t leave me when I’m unable to reach your cock with my mouth because my belly is in the way.”

He throws his head back on a laugh. “I promise, baby.” I’m turned around and positioned in front of the toilet. “Now, let’s pee on some sticks.”

I hitch up my towel and reluctantly lower myself to the toilet, while Jesse crouches in front of me. I hold the stick between my thighs and release my bladder.

“There.” I pull my hand out and hand him the test, and he takes it, immediately giving me another. “What?” I ask, frowning at the new stick.

“I told you, sometimes they don’t work. Quick.” He thrusts it forward.

My head rolls back in complete exasperation, but I take the stupid stick and repeat the same routine, only to finish and have another one shoved at me. “Jesse, come on!”