Said pussy pulses when I think of all the naked things we did.
Olly’s golden head of hair is messy, and thick strands fall over his sleepy blue eyes. “Come back to bed.” His gruff morning voice is so sexy. He tugs on my sheet so it slips to my waist. Judging from the way his attention goes directly to my boobs, sleep isn’t what he has in mind.
“Do you think they’ll think we had sex in your bed?” I whisper.
He takes one look at my face and laughs. “Uh, yeah. Especially if you blush like that.”
I cover both cheeks with my palms. “I can’t help it. If I get upset, my face flushes. If I get turned on, I turn red. If I get embarrassed, I look sunburned.”
Judging by the hungry look he gives me, he doesn’t care.
When he reaches for me, I back away. “If we were back home, we could spend all morning in bed, but not at your parents’ house. They’ll hear us!”
He tucks both arms behind his head and watches me gather some clothes. I turn my back because I’m suddenly self-conscious. Even though he’s licked me from stem to stern, in the bright light of morning, I feel a little out of my element. I’m not excited about how the baby weight is settling on my butt and belly.
But I desperately need a shower. I reek of sex and questionable decisions.
I duck into his bathroom and break a record with how quickly I shower and dress. My hair goes up in a messy bun. Three swipes of mascara on either eye, some lip balm, and a dab of powder, and I’m ready for brunch.
Olly is wiping his stomach with a tissue when I exit the bathroom. “Did you just jerk off?” I ask.
“Yup.” He gives me a huge smile. “Thought about you blowing me, and I went off like Vesuvius. Thanks for the visual.” He gives me a weird little salute.
Oh, my God. My face fires up again, and he laughs.
I cross the room, put my hand on the doorknob, and take a deep breath.
“Magnolia.”
Is it crazy I love how he says my name now? I glance over my shoulder, and my heart skips a beat at the gorgeous man who looks like he wants to devour me for breakfast.
“Come here.” He crooks his finger, and I can’t resist his call.
He leans up for a kiss. It’s an achingly sweet thing for him to want. Either that or pregnancy has made mush of my brain.
I meet him in the middle, his lips softly grazing mine. With a sigh, I run my hand through his hair. His blue eyes are so bright this morning. “You’re a mess. Get dressed. I have to eat something before your gremlins make me hurl.” With one more parting smooch, I head out to brave the family.
When I close the door behind me, I lean back against it and close my eyes.
You’re in over your head.
Why did I think having sex was the right thing to do last night? I wanted to take things slow, and at the first real opportunity to get naked, my clothes came flying off.
Because you love him.
I place my hand over my heart and hope Olly and I can withstand whatever comes our way. Because if anyone has the ability to break me, it’s the man on the other side of this door.
* * *
The smell of bacon makes me so ravenous, I could eat my fist. Pregnancy is weird. I get morning sickness all the time, but I also get nauseous from hunger too.
Hesitantly, I head for the kitchen where Mrs. Oliver is plating up a mountain of food.
Please, God, please let me keep down the meal.
Gramps, Mr. Oliver, Joe, and Kayla are already seated.
“Morning,” I say as I reach for a glass of orange juice.
