Page 42 of Taming a Heartbreaker

Sloan’s voice trailed off and Redford knew it was time to end the call before his best friend chimed back in on the pedicure. “Time for me to prepare dinner, Sloan. I’ll talk with you later.”

Redford clicked off the phone and headed into the kitchen.

Carmen couldn’t help staring down at her toes yet again. Just the thought of Redford giving her a pedicure still had her in awe, and he’d done a good job. His hands on her legs had kept sensual sensations flowing within her. She was certain he’d been aware of them, which was probably why he’d spent such a long time massaging her legs.

Each time he’d touched her feet, ankles or legs, her heart beat wildly. One time, even her breathing became erratic. When that happened, he’d looked up at her and their gazes locked, and she could see the heat, need and hunger reflected in his eyes.

Using her hands, she fanned herself. Honestly? How could her body even think of sex while in this condition? Easily, when she had a drop-dead gorgeous man living under her roof. A man who had no problem touching her and kissing her.

Carmen dragged in a deep breath. The last thing she needed were reckless impulses.

Less than an hour later, Redford was back with dinner that he shared with her while they watched a movie. They ended up watching two. It was during the second movie that she felt nauseated again, but the moment quickly passed. She hoped that was a good sign and shared those hopes with Redford.

“I hope so, too. I can’t wait to hear what your doctor says next week,” he said.

Carmen was nervous about the doctor’s visit but refused to share those anxieties with him. She had to believe everything would be alright, especially since the morning sickness seemed less severe than it had been even a few days before.

Yet that seemed to pose another sort of challenge. With less bouts of nausea, she noticed Redford more and more. Not only did she notice him, but she also desired him. And when he did all those nice things for her, she fell deeper in love.

Later that night, after telling her goodnight, Redford brushed a kiss across her lips. A short while later, she was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She slid out of bed, went to the window and pushed back the curtains to look at the stars. She didn’t want to remember the night she’d made a wish upon them, but she did.

She turned when she heard a knock at her door. “Come in.”

Redford strode in with his pj’s riding low on his hips and concern etched on his face. “Are you okay, Carmen? I heard you moving around.”

She recalled him saying how sleeping below her bedroom meant he could hear all the sounds above him. “I’m fine. I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Feeling nauseated again?”

“No. Just restless.”

“Oh.”

He came to stand beside her at the window. Her attention was no longer on the stars but on him. He was shirtless, and she recalled another time when she’d seen him wearing nothing at all.

That had been the first time she’d seen a man strip off his clothes. She’d watched him from the bed, wide-eyed, as he removed every single stitch. When she’d seen his naked body, she couldn’t get over just how well-endowed he was. There hadn’t been an inch she hadn’t found impressive. Why was she remembering that now, and why could she feel heat radiating from his body to hers?

“The stars are pretty tonight, aren’t they?”

Stars were the last thing she wanted to discuss. That’s how that night had started. Her believing in the stars. “Yes, they’re pretty.”

She made a move to turn from the window when he touched her arm. The connection was so hot, she almost jerked away.

“I was restless tonight too,” he said.

“You were? Why?”

“I was thinking about you and the kiss we shared earlier.”

There was no way she would admit the reason she’d been restless was because she had been thinking not only of him and that kiss, but that night when their child had been conceived. “What about me and the kiss?”

“I was thinking how good it was and how delicious you tasted.”

She nibbled on her bottom lip. Did he have to be so direct with his answers? His words stimulated her hormones. Something she didn’t need. “Why would you be thinking about that at this hour?”

He smiled at her. “I will admit that since our night together, I think of you at all hours of the night.”

This was the first time they had talked about that night. They had only discussed the results, namely her pregnancy. He’d even told her how that night had left him unable to desire another woman. But as of yet, they hadn’t talked about how making love with her had done that to him. Something so unprecedented. She doubted he would bring it up, so maybe she should force him to do so.

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