Didn't Expect You (Against All Odds #2) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,88
my mind keeps replaying everything that we do during the day. I remember her eyes twinkling and her smile brightening every room when she enters.
Tonight though, I keep remembering how hot she looked while she sun tanned by the pool when I arrived from my chat with my mother. I wanted to kick my brother and Persy out of the house. To pull her into me. Wrap my arms around her while I kissed her slowly. She’s a beautiful goddess but unattainable for the moment.
Instead, I explained to Ford what happened. He wasn’t surprised. Nyx was by my side comforting me, but the only thing I wanted was for her to kiss me. To let me love her and make everything go away. It didn’t happen, and like every night, I’m aroused and completely dissatisfied.
All I can do is take a cold shower while I imagine her on my bed, by my side. Tracing her delicate curves with the tips of my fingers. As I palm my length, I think about caressing her full breasts. Sucking on her nipples until they are rock hard. I want to kneel between her legs, forcing her inner thighs to open wide apart for me.
I grip my cock, moving my hand up and down faster, wishing it was her delicate hand holding me. Or her luscious lips sucking me dry. I want to be inside her, loving her. Her naked body pressed to mine. Lips brushing our bare skin. Teeth biting and longing kisses between us.
As the crave for her intensifies, my hand quickens its movements. My body tenses. The thrust of my hips intensifies. The muscles in my legs strain as jets of cum spurt, washing down while I shower. The music playing on the speakers muffles my moans.
When I come out of the shower, I hear noise coming from her bedroom. Brock barks, alerting me that she’s sick again. I hate to see her like this. If I could, I would take her place, but I can’t so I do what I can to make it better.
“Hey,” I say, as I arrive at her bathroom and she’s already brushing her teeth. “Sorry, I feel like I’m late.”
Her eyes look at me tenderly and she shakes her head before spitting. Once she rinses with mouthwash she finally speaks, “Sorry for waking you up.”
“You can’t be sorry for keeping me awake,” I reword. “Why don’t I just stay with you? It’s silly for me to go back to my room when we know this is going to happen a few more times.”
She bites her lip and nods.
I trace my thumb along her frown and ask, “What are you thinking?”
“Let’s call it not safe for tonight,” she mumbles, wiggling her nose. “I like you, and it’s kind of hard to stay on this side of the line. Not sure if you’ve noticed this roommate arrangement is becoming a little blurry.”
I set one hand on her hip, the other rests gently on her shoulder. I move forward pushing away every thought of why this is stupid. My eyes lock on her mouth as I move close, and as I’m almost brushing her lips, she inhales sharply.
We kiss, and this time is soft, tender. I crave her, but I control the desire to possess her. I just want her to feel safe and loved tonight.
This is our routine. Well, except for the kiss. I fantasize that she’s mine. I take care of her, and at the end I tuck her under my arm and watch over her and her baby. Do I wish she was mine? Of course, but most of all, I just want her to be fine.
Thirty-Six
Nyx
“Time flies when you’re having fun,” Nate says while he takes the sixteenth week picture of the little terror.
“She’s still small,” I claim, placing my hands on top of my belly.
“You look like you ate a whole avocado and it’s stuck in there,” he jokes walking to me and kissing the baby. “Are you okay in there? Kick once for yes and twice for no.”
I glare at him. He keeps talking to the baby and inciting her to kick for him. “Every book says that you don’t feel much movement until the baby is—”
“Sixteen to twenty-five weeks,” he answers, kissing my lips. “If we had a baby trivia night, I might win.”
I want to tell him that he is cheating because he has some experience, but bringing up Bronwyn might not be a good idea.