“Is that some kind of pregnancy foreplay?”
“Wh—no! It’s a show.” I push his shoulder, and he flashes that dimply smile.
“Hey, you heard the doctor.” He laughs, holding up defensive hands like foreplay is a perfectly normal conclusion to come to right now. “It sounds like the kind of show you find on very specific websites… What kind of shows are you into, Willa?”
“The reality dating kind of show,Trevor. We’ll eat, watch a show, and go to bed.”
“Bed?” He wiggles his eyebrows again.
My ears burn at his implication. “To sleep. That’s all.” It’s been a task, admitting to myself that sharing a bed with him satisfies the touch-starved version of me I’ve ignored for years. The part that pretended she was okay with purely physical relationships without the intimacy. Cuddling in bed with anyone else has always felt forced and unnecessary, a notion upheld by the men I dated. With Trevor here the last few days, I reach for him at the first sign of my recurring nightmare without hesitation. I’m relying on his comfort in a way that scares me if I think about it for too long.
“I dunno… Kinda sounds like adate, Gem,” he teases, opening my door. This conversation is couple behavior, and I’m not sure how to feel about that. I slide behind the wheel and flip him off, which only makes his smile grow with his laughter. Grabbing my wrist, he dips his head to kiss my middle finger. The feeling of his lips on my skin sends heat spreading up my neck in a rapid wave. He must hear my breath hitch because he winks before giving my hand back. “I’ll meet you at your place.”
I spend the entire drive painfully aware of the tingling spot on my finger where Trevor kissed it.This is so stupid. I know he was just messing around—but his wink replays in my mind, and I almost miss my damn exit.What the hell is wrong with me?
It’s not until I’m under the shower stream trying to convince myself I don’t need to slip the shower head wand between my legs that I realize what’s going on here. I’m pregnant, horny, and have a hot man giving me his undivided attention all day, then holding me in bed all night. In a huff, I turn off the water and squeeze out my washcloth, leaving the shower head in its holder out of spite. This is all just hormones. The doctor even confirmed my hormones are all over the place. I repeat the mantra as I reach for my body oil and drip the coconut scent over my arms and legs.Just hormones. Slipping into my lavender satin pajama set, I repeat it still.Hormones. That’s the perfectly logical reason for why I can’t stop myselffrom remembering the way his big, strong hands held me over his hips while I?—
Three quick taps at my front door snap my horny ass out of it. I scurry down the hallway, and I’m all but recovered by the time I turn the knob. Until I open the door and get an eyeful of him holding the chicken nuggets I’ve been craving since my appointment.Dinner and a motherfucking snack.For a split second, I don’t know which one I want to reach for first as we stare at each other over the threshold. But then Trevor tilts his head and opens his mouth to speak, and I remember I only have a claim on the food.
“You okay?” His eyebrows dip over the confusion in his hazel eyes.
“Yep.” I smile and drop my gaze to my toes as I step aside to let him in. “Just tired.”
“Well, let’s get you fed so you can sleep.” He leaves his shoes at the door and strolls right into my kitchen to wash his hands. I’m stunned as he pulls out plates and bottles of water, like he owns the place. I open my mouth to tell him off, but get distracted by the way his jeans stretch over his ass and lick my lips instead.
“Willa?”
“Hmm?” I blink at him. Not only have I missed whatever he just said, but I’ve been caught ogling the hell out of him while I stand at the open door.
“Did you want water?”
“Yeah,” I squeak, resisting the urge to fan my face. Nudging the door closed with my hip, I try to gain my composure. I make a beeline for the couch, settling under my blanket once I get there. When Trevor comes around the sofa with the food, I pull my feet onto the cushion to give him better access to the coffee table. One plate is piled high with nuggets, while the other has small containers of every dipping sauce Mindee’s offers. “I don’t think you got enough sauce there, Trev…”
He chuckles and turns back for the water bottles in the kitchen. “I didn’t know what you or little nugget liked. Gettingone of everything seemed like the safest choice.” He hands me a bottle, and the gurgle from my stomach is so loud his eyes widen with amusement. Grabbing the entire plate of nuggets, he puts it in my lap with a flourish. “Oh, and this.” A small cup lands on the plate with the other condiments. Stealing a nugget, he sits next to me on the couch.
“Applesauce? What am I supposed to do with that?”
“People generally eat it…”
I sigh, side-eyeing him. “Imeant, why is it next to my honey mustard?”
“This was the only way I ate them as a kid. Try it, Gem. You might like it.” He grabs another nugget from my lap, dunks it into the applesauce, and brings it to my lips with a playful expression. I wrinkle my nose.He’s not serious… “You scared?”
“No,” I scoff. The look on his face makes me want to accept the challenge just to show him I’m not intimidated by him or his weird food combinations. I lean forward and take a bite, holding his gaze the entire time, stifling a moan when his eyes dart quickly to the finger brushing my lips. They settle back on mine, the subtle ring of green drawing me in like a moth to an intoxicating hazel flame. My urge to lay him out right here threatens to override the logic quickly slipping from my grasp. The food combo isn’t bad; I can see why someone would like it. But this eye contact is dangerous, and neither of us has looked away yet. “It’s good, yeah?” His husky tone sends a shiver through me.
Even after all my self-imposed warnings tonight, I nod as I lean forward for another bite, closing my lips over the tips of his finger and thumb. What harm would it do to give in and have a repeat of that night in San Diego? He’s fine as hell, and I’malreadypregnant. My body is screaming at me to flip this plate of food and climb on his lap. I’m ready to do it, too, right as he clears his throat and sits back against the couch arm.
He hands me the remote, stealing another nugget in his retreat. “Now, for the dirty movie portion of the night.”
“Ugh, it’s a show!”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself,” he jokes, sliding his hand over my blanketed foot. And then he leaves it there, making lazy passes over my toes through the first thirty-minute episode. When we start the second, he tugs my legs onto his lap with no protests from me. Even with the blanket as a barrier, his touch seeps through to my skin. I give in to his warmth, and after a few yawns, I don’t remember seeing the previews for next week.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
TREVOR
Willa groans next to me, waking me enough to peek blurry eyes over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. I carried her to bed after we fell asleep on the couch a few hours ago. It’s about time for the nightmare, so I tuck her into my side, rubbing her back to soothe her. She moans again and plants one leg over mine, wedging my knee between her thighs. I try to adjust to a friendlier position, despite the twitching in my boxers. While I really don’t mind having her up close like this, I know she doesn’t feel the same way…when she’s awake. She clamps her legs tighter, but it takes another moan and gentle hip rocking before my dick springs into action. I realize what’s happening a split second later.
