Placing the glass of water on the table for her if she needs it through the night, I move down to her feet and gently slip her shoes off. Dropping them on the floor, I work my way up her body with every small layer of clothing until she’s laying in nothing but her thong and bra. Stepping back, I admire her lightly tanned skin with the perfect curve of her hips as she rests on her side. Two little dimples top the swell of her firm ass. No matter how she lives her life, I can tell she obviously takes care of her body.
Her blonde locks trail half-way down her back as her
breathing eases and draws my attention to her breasts. More than a handful but not so big I won’t be able to touch every inch of her when we finally make love.
The tiny bump in her belly has me grinning from ear to ear. She created a life. I wonder how far along she is. I don’t think she mentioned it on the plane. Gently caressing her skin from shoulder to hip, I can’t help cradling the tiny life she’s carrying in the palm of one hand. So small, yet so damn important. There isn’t a thing in this world I wouldn’t do for these two people.
Leaning forward, I kiss just above her navel and whisper, “If you’re a boy, I’ll teach you everything about becoming a good man. If you’re a girl, you’ll know what love looks like every single day. No matter what you are, you’ll be loved fiercely.”
I don’t know what tempts me to do it, but I rub my cheek against Megan’s skin like a predator marking its territory. I need this woman to understand she’s mine. For life.
Standing up, I wander around to secure the door then strip my clothes off to my boxer briefs before I fall gently down into bed behind Megan. Wrapping my arms around her, one under her head, the other around her waist to cradle our child, I press my entire body against her. There isn’t a piece of us not touching.
Megan sighing and relaxing further as she pushes back into me, allows me to relax as well. Sleep envelops me, and I know when I wake, we’re going to be in a better place than either of us were at any time today.
Megan
Waking up, warmth and safety surround me. Along with a burning desire to pee. Realizing Jordan is wrapped around me like a ton of blankets in the dead of winter, I know that in order to get up, I’m going to have to wake him. I’m not even sure I want to. The way he holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the universe feels incredible to me. His hand cradling my baby bump in one hand brings a tear to my eyes. He couldn’t possibly understand what that move would do to my heart.
I feel his entire frame tense before slackening and pulling me closer while moaning in my ear. “Good morning,” he whispers against my neck, placing a light kiss there that I feel through my whole body, sending ridiculous shivers down my spine.
Instead of showing him I’m a civil and polite person, I blurt out, “I have to pee.” Heat assaults my face as I realize what I’ve said. I would like to smack my head, but he’s got us so tangled I can’t move.
As he backs away chuckling at my absurd loss of brain-to-mouth filter, his hands rub along every available piece of flesh they can. It’s then that I realize I’m nearly naked in just my bra and thong, and one boob is popping out of said bra.
Cursing internally, I quickly dart to the tiny not so much a washroom as it is a privacy screen. Thankfully Jordan says, “Toothbrush should be under the counter. I’m going to take a piss in the bush.”
“Thanks,” I barely breathe out.
Thank gawd, he’s got as good a filter as me.
Quickly peeing and washing my hands, I find the aforementioned toothbrush in hopes of getting my teeth done before he comes back in. Just as I’m entering the main area again, he walks through the door, and I freeze. At first, because we’re both practically naked, and I’d rather be covered up. But then, I see his gloriously tanned flesh, and muscles abound. And oh…my…shit, that damn V.
Brain. Dead.
Yup, my IQ just dropped about a hundred points as I stare at his massive package tucked away behind his tight boxer briefs. Looking from him down to myself and back again, I mumble, “That will never fit.”
It isn’t until he says, “It will,” that I realize I spoke out loud.
Mortified, I hang my head and turn around, intent on going to hide in the not so private washroom again.
“Oh no, you don’t.” Jordan rushes over, pulling the back of me into the front of him. My idiotic brain only connects to one thing: the massive bulge pressing into my lower back.
I quiver in his arms. Not because he scares me, but because I scare myself.
I’ve never been focused on sex. In fact, more often than not, it hasn’t been a blip on my radar. But with this man, a touch here, a gentle finger graze there, and the sweetest damn words I’ve heard from any man’s lips, and he’s all I want. I want so desperately to let go of the reins of control I’ve been forced to take my entire life. I need him to take care of me, to love me in such a powerful way that I won’t doubt him, even after my hormones get the best of me.
“Please don’t break me.” My words are whispered in this room, but their impact is no less compelling.
“If I break you,” Jordan’s breath is harsh and warm against the side of my neck, “I’ll put you back together in the sweetest way you’ll ever know.”
“I want to believe you.” Lord do I want to.
His arms, those strong muscled limbs of his, wrap around me like a cocoon. Embracing all my reservations and misgivings, he just holds me. Nothing is said as I mull over our situation and what I’m going to have to do and give up as we move forward.
Trusting him being the number one issue.
“Where are we?” I ask, remembering I slept or fumed most of the way here to this gorgeous beachside oasis.