Page 58 of Forever With You

I opened my mouth to protest, but he was right, how would I know? I never slept with a guy, not even the one I dated in high school, and while I was in college, my roommate had a habit of sleeping with ear buds in. Oh my God, maybe that was why she did that.

“Do I really snore?”

He looked serious for all about two seconds and then chuckled. “No. You don’t snore. I was lying.”

“You ass!” I screwed up my face as I smacked his arm. “Here I was thinking I actually sounded like a chain saw.”

“A baby chain saw,” he corrected.

“Whatever,” I muttered, fighting a grin.

His grin was easy as he lifted his hand from my belly and scooped a strand of hair that had escaped my braids, brushing it back from my face. “Come on, you would’ve had to know if you snored or not. Some guy would’ve told you.”

“I’ve never actually slept with a guy,” I admitted. “So it could’ve been possible.”

He lowered his hand, placing it back on my stomach. “So I’m your first.”

“At something,” I remarked.

“I’ll take it.”

I grinned. “I think you need to shoot higher.”

“Babe, you have no idea how high I’m shooting right now.”

My breath caught. “Tell me.”

Our gazes held for a moment and then his lashes lowered, shielding his eyes. A small smile played over his lips as he spread his fingers across my stomach. I felt his chest move with a deep breath.

“I want to do something,” he said as his hand inched farther south. “But I don’t think you’re going to let me.”

I curled my hand against the side of the couch. “Depends on what it is.”

“Hmm.” His fingers closed around the band of my sweats. “I want to touch you.”

Oh God.

My pulse tripped all over itself as he tugged on my bottoms. It felt like my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth.

He lowered his head just slightly and I felt his breath dance against my cheek. “I want to feel you come around my fingers.”

There was a good chance that my heart stopped as I shifted. I felt him then, hard against my thigh.

“I know things are ... different right now,” he said, those lips brushing the curve of my cheek as he spoke. “And I thought I didn’t want to complicate things, but I’ve got to be real honest with you, I want to get all up in that complication. I want to get all up in you.” The grip on my sweats loosened. “So are you going to make my morning?”

My chest rose and fell rapidly. For a brief moment I thought that Nick and I had a habit of doing things ass backward—­sex first, then baby, and now some heavy petting, all before a date? Well, we did have a date last Sunday. Kind of?

The heat in my veins and the dampening between my thighs told the voice in my head to shut the hell up.

I was such a slave to my body, but as I turned my head toward his, and felt my nose brush his cheek, I didn’t care. “I’m going to let you make my morning.”

He stiffened against me and then said, “Thank God.”

My eyes drifted shut as I turned myself over to his capable hands, and he didn’t make me wait long. He shifted so his forehead was pressing against my temple, and I realized that in that position he could see what he was doing.

That turned me on even more.

Nick drew his hand back up to just below my navel, lingered there almost reverently, and then his large hand slid under the band of my sweats. “Holy fuck,” he growled. “Tell me this whole time you’ve had nothing on under these?”

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