Page 109 of Implode

Sliding him out, I lick my lips and then yelp as Nic’s strong arms pull me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, molding my body to his.

“Well, that was fun,” I say softly, kissing his neck.

“You are full of surprises.”

I shrug, while still keeping my head tucked into the contours of his chest. “I got thirsty.”

“Ha,” he says with a huff, “well, then I’m glad I could quench it for you.”

“You sure taste delicious.”

Nic shuts off the water and wraps me in a towel the size of a blanket. “All of my clothes are in my room. Can I borrow something of yours so I can get down the hall without embarrassing myself?”

Nic’s eyes wiggle. “I love it when you wear my clothes. I love it even better when I can take them off of you. Go pick something out,” he says, staying back in the bathroom as he pulls out his supplies to shave.

I move into the bedroom and over to his suitcase. I rummage through to dig for something comfy to wear. As I move a sweatshirt, I notice a catalog hidden beneath a few folded pairs of pants. Looking across the top, I see a couple holding a baby. I leaf through the pages and find Sharpie circles over some of the items, as well as scribbled notes in the margins.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting to find this,” I call over to him.

“Oh boy, hopefully it’s not my teenage collection of nudie magazines.”

“Pretty sure those types of magazines were obsolete when you were a teen,” I comment with a laugh. Nic is older than I am by several years, but the age difference never bothered me. Similarly, Angie and Graham have a gap—except theirs is even bigger.

“I was a more visual person though,” he says, moving his body into the frame of the door. He has a towel wrapped around his waist. It is situated low on his hips so I can still enjoy the V of his muscles. Like liquid heat, his eyes scan over my naked body. I lost my towel when I entered the room. I just never expected to take this long to find an outfit to throw on. Despite just spending time in the shower together, it is like Nic can’t get enough of me. “Still am.”

I saunter over to him and hold up the baby magazine. I point to the front cover. “This.”

“That.”

“Why do you have it packed in your bag?” I ask, flipping through the pages, reading his little barely legible notes.

“I was educating myself and making a list of all the items I want to buy for the baby.”

“Oh. But this was before I agreed to be with you.”

“Baby, I would have made sure you had everything you needed, even if it would have taken you longer to see what I already saw with us.”

“Did you learn anything from all your research?” I ask, curious at his findings.

“Tons. But the most important finding I found was how expectant mothers get super horny and need to be”—he pauses while thinking of the best way to phrase his words—“cared for.”

“Is that so?” I ask, trying to hold back the smile that wants to break loose.

“So, I expect you to want sex regularly, and I think I may be able to handle that challenge.”

“Maybe I’m the exception to the rule.”

Nic’s eyes light up with mirth. “No doubt. Knowing your current appetite for my dick, you’ll probably just want to stay molded together every waking moment.”

I smack his arm, as he fake winces. “Stop. I’m horny, yes. But I’m not some nymphomaniac.”

“Maybe you’ll be that by the time you hit your second trimester. Challenge accepted.”

“You are crazy.”

“I’m utterly crazy for you, Claire. Does that bother you?”

I smile over his words and stretch up to kiss his lips. “I’m done being scared of how deep you can love me. I’m all in.”

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