Page 54 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

His eyes opened. “Yeah?”

“Why aren’t we having sex? You haven’t touched me in weeks.”

He drew back, a little taken off guard by my bluntness. “That’s not true.”

“Uh, yeah, it is.”

“I touch you all the time.”

“Well, you haven’t been inside of me in weeks. I’m developing a complex.” Seriously, how was he managing it? “Since we started dating, you’ve always needed frequent sex. What’s going on with you?” It was his fault I was horny. Before Hale, I was content to never have sex—ever again. He conditioned me to be this way. “I have needs, too, you know.”

Oh, God. Why were my eyes tearing up?

I quickly turned away, but it was too late.

No, no, no. This wasn’t a crying moment. This was a strong, confident woman moment. I was doing the big girl thing and expressing my needs.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” I flinched when he touched me, but only because any show of gentle concern when I was leaking led to more leaking. “I guess I was just trying to give you space while your body adapted to all this?—”

“Gah! Don’t try to be all understanding, Hale! And can you not touchme right now?” I angled away from his comforting caress before I started sobbing uncontrollably.

“I’m confused. Do you or don’t you want to be touched?”

“Of course, I want to be touched. Just not…that way.” Did he ever hear of just fucking?

He sat up and turned on the lamp. “Rayne, I need you to be a little more clear. What do you want?”

“I told you to have sex with me, not get all comforting and sweet. Can’t you see I’m an emotional mess right now?” My voice pitched as more tears spilled. “God, this pregnancy has my hormones all over the place!” I snatched a tissue from the box and blotted my eyes. “And now I’m sad!”

“Baby, take a breath.”

“I can’t. My nose has been stuffy for weeks!” I blew into the tissue, but nothing came out. I just sounded like a dying elephant. “I’m the most unsexy woman in the world right now. No wonder why you don’t want to have sex with me!”

He drew back in horror. “That’s not true!”

“Of course it is. I’m always puking or crying or in the bathroom. My body’s gettingall weird and I have no control over my emotions. This baby has completely hijacked my body and it’s taking over my life.”

“Rayne, honey, I happen to think you’re more beautiful than ever. You’re glowing. And I know you haven’t felt great with all the morning sickness, but you’re growing a human being inside of you. That’s amazing. Think about it. You’re completely stunning.”

I paused and glanced up at him, wiping snot on the back of my hand. “I am?”

He shook his head and smiled. “You’re adorable.”

I drew in a shaky breath and swallowed. “You really think so?”

“I know so.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “If you’re ready to have sex, I’m more than willing. I just didn’t want to put pressure on you while you were so exhausted and adjusting to so many changes.”

I whimpered and lost my battle against the next sob.

“Hey,” he said, clearly unsure why I was still so upset. “Baby, talk to me.”

“I can’t.” I started to cry again. “Because when I say stuff you say stuff, but your stuff’s all sweet and nice, andI’m just this leaking puddle of hormones dripping all over the bed. Who wants to have sex with that?”

He chuckled. “Would you rather I was mean to you?”

“No.” I was a blubbering basket case. “I just want you to have sex with me. Just sex.”

“Just sex?”

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