Page 51 of Finding Forever

Whywas he turned on?

He liked women who could hold their own in bed, women who knew how to give decent blow jobs, who could stroke a cock without digging their nails into his sensitive flesh and yet…

The thought of being the one to wake her up and initiate that sweet little body in the joys of sex, was an irresistibly erotic one. She was a blank slate. And he would seduce her slowly this time.

Properly.

He imagined her astonishment when he made her come for the first time. He wouldn’t warn her. He’d let it sneak up on her, wash over her, steal her breath, her reasoning, her sanity…

Christ.

Cade was the one losing his sanity. He was mad to even allow his thoughts to stray in this direction. She wasn’t for him. Fucking her would complicate his life even further. Would encourage her to form attachments where she shouldn’t. Possibly raise her expectations.

That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to do his stint as her husband and move on with his life.

Yet here he sat, hard as a steel pipe, aching to show her what her body—theirbodies together—was truly capable of.

He swallowed thickly, and folded his shaking hands into tight fists.

“Did you make that appointment?” he asked hoarsely, changing the subject to preserve his sanity. Fern blinked sleepily, looking confused by the abrupt change in topic.

“Not yet,” she said.

“Get it sorted, I’m going to take a shower. And then we’ll get you to the doctor.”

“I doubt I’ll get an appointment today,” she said.

“You will.” He knew she would because he’d called each doctor this morning, before going on his run, and ensured that they’d have a slot for her—even if it meant creating one after hours or during lunchtime. She just had to choose the doctor she wanted.

“These places are usually fully booked weeks in advance, especially these doctors. They’re the most highly rated ones in the city.”

“Yes. So, pick one.” He pushed to his feet, angling his body slightly away from hers so she wouldn’t notice his still persistent hard-on. He had his back to her seconds later.

He didn’t bother saying anything else and he ignored her annoyed sigh, as he painfully made his way back inside to the punishing cold shower that awaited him.

Cade stared fixedlyat the large, colorful fetal development poster on the wall in front of him, while he and Fern waited for the obstetrician to join them in her office.

“You can wait outside,” Fern told him again, her whisperfilled with urgency. “I don’t need you here, Cade. There’s really no point in your staying, when you won’t be a father to my baby in anything but name.”

He exhaled loudly through his nose and dragged his gaze away from the poster to glare at her.

“I know that. But if you’re going to be living with me, I think I need to have at least a basic understanding of what the hell is going on with you and your body, in case of emergency, right?”

“It’s private.”

“Look, Fern, I just need to be here and to know everything is alright with you. For my own peace of mind.”

“I’ll tell you if there’s any reason to be concerned.”

He allowed her to see his blatant skepticism and disbelief and her cheeks went slightly pink beneath his gaze.

“Fine… you can stay. This one time. But not a word. Okay?”

“I might have questions.”

“Why?”

“Because I won’t allow anything to happen to you, Fern. Not on my watch.”

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