Call Her Mine (Harmony Pointe #1)- Melissa Foster Page 0,33
her hand, and she stroked faster. Somewhere in her frazzled mind she heard—Oh my God! This is Ben!—and other shocked exclamations, but that only amped up her desires. Her greed for the man she adored. She felt his body tense, and he shifted over her just as the first hot spurt hit her belly. His head fell beside hers as he rode out his release, chanting her name like a prayer—“Rels. My Rels . . .”
If she died right that second, she’d die a happy woman, feeling more complete than ever.
“Christ, woman. What have you done to me? I haven’t come that fast in forever.” He touched his lips to hers as those faint whimpers turned to a slow cry, and she realized it was the baby. Ben uttered a curse and panted out, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. You take care of her. I’ll get cleaned up.” Her hand was sticky, and her belly stickier, but she didn’t care. She was happier than she could ever remember being.
He peeled his body from hers and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Let me,” he said, reaching for a package of baby wipes. As he gently cleaned her belly, he said, “I can take care of both my girls.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“NO WONDER THEY give parents nine months to prepare,” Ben said as he read one of the parenting books Aurelia had bought. It was after midnight, and they’d finally gotten B back to sleep after her last feeding. “Listen to this. ‘Babies as young as two days old recognize their mother’s voice even if they hear only one syllable.’” He shot a worried look at B and whispered, “Do you think she misses her mother?”
He’d been reciting facts from the books all evening and worrying over each and every one. After he read that babies could only focus on objects within eight or nine inches of their faces, he began getting right in B’s face when he spoke to her. It was heartwarming, but between feeding and changing B, eating the Chinese food they’d had delivered, and researching everything there was to know about babies, Aurelia felt like they’d talked about everything except the elephant in the room.
They’d made each other come!
Why was it that men were so confident and could just move on after something like that? Right after they did it he probably thought, Man, that felt great, and we both came. We’re good. While her brain was racing in circles about how different things would be now and wondering if they’d made a mistake. Were they moving too fast? Would they last if B was his? His life—her life?—would change dramatically. This was what their lives would become, sneaking sex and learning how to parent.
One orgasm does not a relationship make.
Sure, he’d said he wanted more, but did he really mean it? They still weren’t thinking straight. How could they? Tomorrow morning they were going to see Pretzel Girl, which brought a slew of new questions and emotions. What if she was B’s mother? Aurelia might go off on her for leaving B on Ben’s doorstep.
Her eyes fell to the sleeping baby. She smiled to herself as Ben’s whispered promises sailed through her mind. Shh, peanut. You’re safe. It’s okay to sleep now. Nobody is going to leave you alone ever again. But what if she wasn’t his?
“Rels,” he said softly. He was sitting in the corner of the sofa with his legs on the coffee table, crossed at the ankle, and she was lying on the couch, leaning against his side. She tipped her face up, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Did I wake you?”
“No. I was just thinking.”
He set the book down and put his arms around her. “About?”
She shrugged. “Everything.”
“Talk to me. Everything like how great it is that we can finally be together, or everything like holy shit there’s a baby relying on Ben and do I really want to be part of that?”
He knew her so well it was scary. “Both, but not really the holy shit part so much. Only . . . yes, that part, too. My brain feels like it’s whirling in a blender with worries about everything. I mean, Ben, this whole thing is scary, and fast, and what if we’re together and you find out she’s not yours? Then you might realize you don’t want me in this way, that you reacted to the situation. And that’s okay; it’s just something to consider.”