Page 84 of Twenty Years Later

I pulled back from the kiss. "Come on. Let's go upstairs."

"We have about an hour, Doctor Hernandez."

I followed her up the stairs, enjoying the view as usual. "An hour? That should be enough time for a shower and round seven."

She giggled and took my hand, leading me to her bathroom, where we quickly shed our clothes again, smiling and staring at each other like two teenagers.

"I have to draw the line at any sex in the shower while you're pregnant," I added as she adjusted the water.

"What? Why not?" She glanced at me as she stepped into the steamy stream of water.

I joined her, trying to look at her eyes and not the rest of her. At least for now. "I've seen my fair share of shower sex injuries."

She laughed as she grabbed the body soap. "Really? What kind of injuries?"

"Broken limbs, injured hips, a fractured coccyx." Covering her mouth with her hand, I could tell she wanted to laugh again. "Go ahead. You can laugh."

She did, and I couldn't resist chuckling as well.

And then all words between us were lost as she began to rub the soap over my chest, the delicious scent of Jayda rising up between us as her hands moved over me, making my breath catch.

I watched as her eyes roamed my body, and I finally let myself look at her,reallylook at her, and the changes in her body—the small swell of her belly, her beautiful breasts that overflowed from my hands, those hips, her gorgeous legs.

She was stunning. Just looking at her brought me near to bursting. Something about Jayda made me completely lose it in a way I never had with any other woman before. It was like her luscious curves were made especially for my hands.

I finally returned my eyes to her face as her fingers continued to spread soap all over my shoulders and arms. She moved closer, pressing her body against mine, her hands reaching to my back. I let out a shudder at the feel of our wet bodies melding together, those bare breasts of hers on my hot skin.

Had I really said no to sex in the shower? I knew it was for the best. But maybe we needed to hurry this along a bit.

When she was done with my back, I reached for the body wash and spread it across her shoulders as she stared at me, her breathing as heavy as mine. As my hands moved over her slick skin, I was awed by the beauty in front of me, and I realized I couldn't wait to see how her body would change as our child grew. I couldn't wait to see her belly ripen, her curves fill out even more.

Above all, I was excited to actually experience this pregnancy with her.

Something about the look in her eyes as my hands explored her made me so hot. Or it was the smoothness of her skin. Or it was the lush feel of her.

We took turns rinsing the soap off, staring at each other, and I wondered what she was thinking right now, if she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I wasn't sure that was even possible. As hard as it was, I was determined to take my sweet time with her and kiss every inch of her beautiful body.

After we dried each other off, Jayda handed me some lotion, and I happily spread it all over her as she did the same to me, the vanilla fragrance filling the air between us, making me feel like I was drowning in her scent. And damn, if I wasn't thrilled to drown in her, drown in her heat.

Still naked, she grabbed my hand and led me to the bed, the soft sunlight shining on the white sheets. I was amazed at the transformation of my sweet, sweet Jayda, remembering back to the night of the reunion when she'd been so shy with me. And now, she walked nude in front of me, leading me to join my body with hers.

I tried to catch my breath at the anticipation running through my veins. Something about this moment felt huge, felt monumental, and I wondered ifthiswas the time, if I should finally admit my feelings for this amazing woman.

But just as Jayda sat down on the bed, her phone rang out from the bathroom, and she looked at me with apologetic eyes. "I should check that. In case it's Audrey's school or something."

I nodded. "Of course."

While she rummaged through our pile of clothes looking for her phone, I sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed.So damn close.

She stared at her phone, frowning. "It's my dad." Reaching behind the door, she grabbed a robe and threw it on. "He rarely calls me."

As she answered, I felt her concern and worried for her as well. I watched the emotions flash over her face, praying that nothing awful had happened. She listened for a minute and nodded. Finally, she said, "I'm so glad you want to talk about it. Can you give me just a quick sec?"

She pressed mute on her phone and looked up at me. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do. He's finally wanting to talk about my mom and her issues. He thought it'd be a good time because Audrey's at school and my mom's out. And knowing my dad, if I don't talk now, he might change his mind and never want to discuss it again."

I released a breath, relieved it wasn't some kind of emergency. "It's fine, sweetheart. You should talk to him. Youneedto talk to him about this."

On the phone the other night, Jayda had discussed the whole problem and told me about her plan to go to the doctor with her mom at her next appointment in a few weeks. She'd also been so frustrated that her dad wouldn't even acknowledge the issue.

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