She stares at me. “I don’t feel anything for you anyway, Dodge. So, it doesn’t matter.”
We both know that’s a lie. I meet her gaze. “Prove it then. Kiss me.”
She laughs and that beautiful smile I’d seen at camp comes back again. The one with the rosy cheeks and the sweet glow. “No! How does that help anything?”
“Well, for one… it proves that you’re perfectly fine with this being a platonic exchange. Two—”
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. “Iamperfectly fine with it being platonic. I don’t need a kiss to prove that.”
“Okay, then it serves a second purpose.”
“And what’s that?” Her hand rests on her hips as she stares toward me with perfectly pouted lips.
I rub my hand down over my beard. “ThatI’mokay with this being platonic.”
Chapter Five
Ash
My heart slams against my ribcage and baby Charlie does circles in my stomach. He’s always more active when I’m stressed. I haven’t officially named him yet, but I’ve been trying Charlie out lately. It’s not a family name or one that holds any special meaning, but Charlie sounds like the name of a nice British kid who makes good decisions.
I’ve said no twice to a request for a kiss, but there’s been no meaning behind either of the words, and I can see that Dodge knows that. How can a man that’s so… unaware, be so completely aware of what my physical body is expressing.
My head spins as I try and come up with a rationalization for my thoughts. I’m pregnant. I’m hormonal. Despite my exhaustion, I’m still hornier than I’ve ever been. And if I’m honest with myself, I’ve thought of Dodge every single day since we left camp. I’ve thought of him naked, doing dirty things to me, and I’ve dreamt about what it’d be like to play house with him. Every single fantasy is perfection of course. It’s nothing like what reality would be.
He leans me back against the wall, his big arm steadied over my head. “This is your last chance to stop me.” His voice is deep and graveled. And while I’m afraid of what kissing him means, I don’t have the power to stop it.
He cups my face in his palm and searches my eyes for a long moment before leaning in. The second our lips touch, there’s no more denying what I feel. His mouth is hot, and his body is huge. My arms wrap around his and my cheeks flush as he deepens the kiss. His tongue slides against mine, a groan in his throat and a moan from mine.
He grips my waist, or what’s left of it, and presses into me as close as he can. His cock bulges against my belly and his teeth scrape across my bottom lip. “This isn’t good,” he growls.
I swallow hard, dizzy from the kiss. “Why’s that?”
“Because I want to do bad things to you now.”
Good God. All I want is for this man to do bad things to me. Very, very, very bad things to me. And given we’ve lasted a total of fourteen minutes in the house before we got to this point, I’m guessing we had some unresolved feelings to attend to. That, or I’m a Grade-A whore, and right now… I’m okay with it.
Dodge wraps his arms around me, holding me close like he’s afraid I’m going to get away.
I stare up at him through my lashes and bite my bottom lip. I want him to be possessive and dominant like we’d talked about at camp, but I’m sure being pregnant doesn’t turn him on like that. He’ll probably think he has to be careful with me.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you,” he groans, sinking into my neck for another kiss. His energy is wild, like he’s an out-of-control train destined for the cliff he’s about to run over.
I try not to moan in approval, but a sigh is released before I can catch my breath. “How so?”
“I’ve thought about you every day, Ash. I’ve thought about the way you felt on my lips, and the way you looked in that bathing suit. Hell, I’ve touched myself to the thought of you too many times to count. How fucked up is that? I pulled up pictures on my phone that I’d taken of the two of us and made really shitty decisions.”
“Oh,” I whisper, holding back the truth of how I’ve touched myself to him as well. “I don’t look nearly as good in a bathing suit anymore.” I rub my hand over my stomach, but he replaces my hand with his. “You look better. Your body is doing what it was meant to do.”
I let his compliment permeate. It’s simple and not focused on my tits or my ass. It’s about me. “Thank you,” I manage, holding back more hormonal tears.
His hand slides up my chest and over my swollen tits. He lingers there for a long while, rubbing his palm and tweaking my hard nipples.
My body trembles and my head tilts back against the wall.
“I should stop,” he growls low in my ear. “I’m sure you’re exhausted, and I don’t trust myself to stay classy. That makes me sick as fuck, right?”
“Why? Because you’d fuck a pregnant woman?”
