Chasing Us (Dark Love 2)

“Checkmate, Mrs. Edwards.” I let out a laugh because even in the darkest times, there is always that one person who will make you see the light, make you laugh again when you think it’s impossible.

I take her mouth, trying my best to ignore the fact that we are standing here naked and wet. That Charlotte is naked and wet. I mean seriously, I’m a guy for Christ’s sake, but I somewhat feel guilty for poking her with my cock this entire time.

“We need to get out… you need to eat.”

“So do you,” she teases.

“Oh, trust me, I know. I have a big appetite in case you haven’t noticed, but for now, I seriously need you to eat. It’s not just about you anymore,” I tell her in a serious tone.

“Yes, I did notice… it almost drilled a hole in me,” she giggles, letting out a small sigh afterward. “And yes, I’m famished.”

We climb out of the shower together, drying ourselves off. Charlotte places her nightie on as I find my boxers. Sitting on the bed, we call room service and order some much-needed food. With my arms wrapped around her while we wait, I kiss the crook of her neck, desperate to taste her skin.

“I can’t believe Adriana and Elijah got married. Today has been so…” she trails off, moaning softly. “You’re distracting me.”

“Uh-huh,” I breathe into her skin. “We have time to kill.”

“Hey, I’m quick but not that quick.”

There’s a knock on the door. With a satisfied grin, Charlotte hops off the bed and places on her robe, leaving me on the bed frustrated. Covering my face, I let out a groan.

A young guy wheels in the food, removing the lids while eyeing Charlotte. I hop off the bed, making a slight growl, taking the bill from him. Not even checking the charges, I sign it and demand he leave.

“Really, Lex?” Charlotte stands at the side of the bed, her hands on her hips. “The guy was like, what, twenty-one at best.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, motioning for her to sit and eat.

She shakes her head with a loose jaw. “Some things never change with you…”

I ignore her comment, reminding her again to eat. The food at the wedding was okay, but there is nothing like a burger and fries after midnight.

“Oh, wow, that tasted so good,” she exclaims, finishing her burger in a heartbeat.

“Have you had much morning sickness?”

“Not really. Not as much as the first time around,” she mentions quietly.

“How far along are you?”

“About seven weeks now, I think.”

We finish eating and brush our teeth before climbing back into bed. It is our second official night together after the night in The Hamptons which was a complete bust. Turning the lamp off beside her, she snuggles into me, only the pale moonlight filters throughout the room.

“What happens when we get back to the city?” she murmurs in my embrace.

“What do you mean?”

“With us?”

“I don’t know, Charlotte. Tell me what you want.”

“We’re married, and I want us to live together.”

“Deal.”

“In my apartment?”

“No deal,” I state, then quick to explain, “Well, temporarily, but we need something bigger.”