She laughed, then grabbed the remote to the stereo system and cut it off. “Sorry. It helps me think. What are you doing here? I didn’t think you would get home until eight. I was just now starting on dinner.”
I leaned back on the counter and brought her with me to stand between my legs. “I decided the study session could suck it. I wanted to take my girl out tonight. I missed you.”
She gave me that sexy smile I had been in love with from the first moment she flashed it at me. “I thought I gave you some extra loving this morning to keep you happy through the day.”
The blowjob I had woken up to had been fantastic. “Baby, all that did was have me thinking about this sweet mouth all day,” I told her, leaning in to kiss her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and sank into the kiss too. If I let this go on too long, we would end up stripping na**d in the damn kitchen. Lately we were doing it all over the house.
I broke the kiss. “What do you say? You want to go out with me and get some dinner? You can order dessert, and then we can come back and you can give me my dessert.”
Her eyes flashed. She knew what I wanted for desert. “Okay. Yes. This recipe is too complicated, anyway.”
I took a nibble of her neck, then stepped away. “Let’s go.”
She smirked at me. “You know I’m not dressed to go anywhere. I need at least thirty minutes.”
“Jess, seriously, baby, you can’t be any more beautiful. If you pretty this up any more than it already is, I’m going to end up in a fight tonight because some stupid f**ker is looking at my woman.”
She laughed and slapped my arm. “You’re so full of crap. I’ll be quick.”
I watched as she hurried to the bedroom.
***
It took her thirty-six minutes, but seeing her all fixed up and feeling good about herself was well worth it. She was glowing, and I loved that. Jess woke up beautiful. She didn’t have to do anything to make herself breathtaking. But it made her feel good about herself. That was what mattered.
The past couple of months she was acting different. I knew she was supposed to be emotional, but she seemed like she was trying to hold on to me. Like she had to work extra hard or something. Like with cooking me meals. That was the beginning of it. Now we were ha**ng s*x like rabbits.
As much as I loved the fact that she would drop to her knees and start sucking my c**k at any moment, it bothered me that she was doing it. Before, our sex life had been good. No, it had been incredible. But lately she was desperate about it. Like she was trying to fulfill every fantasy I’d ever had.
When I tried to talk to her about it, she either distracted me with sex or she started talking about something else entirely. And although I had a cleaner come in and clean the place three times a week, Jess was also cleaning. Something was wrong with her. I just needed to figure out what.
I thought about calling her mom, but I didn’t know if she’d have any insight on this. She wasn’t living here with us, and she didn’t see what Jess was doing. Plus, telling her mom that she was suddenly sucking my dick all the time didn’t seem appropriate either.
I had to figure this out on my own.
I wanted Jess happy. Not trying to make me happy. She made me happy by breathing. I didn’t need her to become Martha Stewart with a naughty side. I liked Jess just as she was.
The waiter at the Italian place I knew Jess loved seated us at a table. She had tried to tell me she wanted to go eat Thai food. That was a lie. I was the one who loved Thai food. Once again she was trying to give me what she thought I wanted. This was getting out of hand.
Her eyes lit up as she took the menu and started reading it. That was what made me happy. Seeing my pregnant fiancée drooling over food. She was craving things. I knew she was, but she wouldn’t tell me. I would come home and she would have gone and bought strange items she never used to eat.
“I want you to order three things. Eat what you want and we’ll take home the leftovers for you to enjoy for the rest of the week, in case you crave it and I’m not there.”
Jess glanced up at me from her menu. “How did you know I was trying to decide between three things?”
I smirked. “Because you’re mine and I know you. The ricotta and Grana Padano gnocchi, pesto lasagna, and cannelloni are always hard for you to choose between. Just get all three.”
Jess pressed her lips together and closed her menu. “Fine, then. Read my mind. I guess I’m predictable.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “Jess, you are anything but predictable. And I love that about you.”
She tilted her head as she looked at me. “Really?” Like she didn’t believe that I loved that.
Jess didn’t normally need reassurance like this. Another new thing that bothered me.
“Jess,” I said, leaning on the table and closer to her. “I adore everything about you. You shouldn’t question that by now.”