I nodded. “Are you ready for this? You sure?”
He cupped my face. “Yes.”
“Ok. I’ll be right back.” I walked into the bathroom. I read the instructions five times. I wanted to get it right. I wanted to give Luke what he wanted.
I opened the door, leaving the stick on the counter.
“We have to wait three more minutes,” I reported.
We sat on the bed, staring into the bathroom. What was on that stick was going to change our lives.
“Go check it,” he urged.
I was almost shaking. I pushed open the door and stared at the stick. I stared at it, making sure I read the stick correctly. I held it out and walked back to Luke.
“What is it?” His face was expectant.
“Not pregnant,” I choked on the words.
“You’re not?” He took the stick from my hands. “You’re not.”
I saw the disappointment in his eyes. “I’m sorry. It was a fluke anyway, right? And we were trying not to get pregnant. So, I didn’t think you wanted a baby.”
His gaze lifted to mine. “Not want a baby? I’ve thought. I’ve prayed I got you pregnant. That the fucking broken condom was a sign that I needed to get my shit together. It happened for a reason. Because I was supposed to get you pregnant.”
“You did?” My heart pounded. “You wanted to get me pregnant?”
His hand tugged in my pajama pants. “I do. I want to knock you up so fucking bad.”
“Oh God.”
I dropped to the bed as Luke pulled me on top of him. “This is crazy,” I whispered.
He shoved my pants off my ankles. I bucked when I felt his fingers feather between my legs. He traced a circle over my clit.
“You are going to have my baby, Alexa Wilde.”
I nodded. “I am.”
He spread my legs and pushed a finger inside, curling it toward my G-spot.
“I missed the last three days,” I breathed.
“What?”
“I was so upset I forgot to take the pill.” I groaned when he pushed another finger inside me.
“So there’s a chance right now?”
I nodded.
“Fuck.” He rolled my tank top over my head, feasting on one nipple and then the other. I bucked at the pressure.
He nipped at my neck and licked my throat. His lips covered my mouth and I inhaled him. His tongue mingled with mine. We were like a raging river. The damn was broken and there was no way to contain the current raging between us.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he promised.
I moaned. “Please.”