Page 109 of From Best Friend to Bride
“What?” I twisted my head around, only to find his faceright therein front of me. I momentarily froze at his closeness, and his blue eyes sparkled with both laughter and something I knew he was desperately trying to hold back.
He dipped his head closer, bringing his lips to my ear. He reached up and tucked my hair behind it so that his exhale skittered across my skin, and I closed my eyes to hold in the shiver that threatened to run through me.
“There will be noinseminationby a doctor.” His voice was low, barely above a murmur, and the lack of distance between us made it feel as though his words were almost being said directly against my skin. “The only way you’ll ever carry my child is if I put it there myself, understood?”
I drew in a sharp breath. “You said no physical relationship.”
“That I did. But maybe I’d make an exception for that.” He turned his face into me, his lips somehow just missing my ear. “My pretty wife.”
I dropped my hands, and the back of my fingers brushed against the strained front of his trousers.
Oh my God, I just touched Fred’s cock.
I squeaked, snatching my hands against my body, and jumped back.
He did the same, doubling the distance between us, and his cheeks reddened as he stared at me. My chest heaved, and I looked him up and down a few times before realising and slapped my hands to my face, peeking through my fingers.
He was beetroot red from his hairline to his collarbones. Even his ears were pink.
I kind of wanted to bully him.
What’s happening to me?
“Don’t start things you can’t finish, Delilah,” he ground out, clenching his jaw.
“Speak for yourself!” I eked out. “You’re blushing so hard you’re going to pass out if you don’t breathe!”
“You touched my—” He pressed his lips shut and touched the back of his hand to his mouth, looking away.
Oh, good, he’d felt it.
This was just going from bad to worse.
“You’re thirty! Why are you acting like a fourteen-year-old virgin?” I pointed at him accusingly as my own face heated up. “It was an accident!”
“But still!” He refused to look me in the eye.
“Just stay over there!” I said, flapping my hands in his direction. “If you hadn’t gotten so close to me, I never would have had the chance to touch it!”
“Well, if you hadn’t mentioned a dildo, I wouldn’t have gotten all riled up!”
I needed someone to call nine-nine-nine and ask for the fire brigade, because our cheeks were so red we were going to start a fire of embarrassment.
“You’re a grown man! Control yourself!” I tossed his socks at him again, and this time, they hit his chest before falling miserably to the floor. “There! Your suitcase is done! I’m leaving!”
“Then go!” He snatched the socks off the ground and turned away, hiding his face from me.
“I was planning on it!” My voice was getting higher and higher with every word I said.
I stomped out into the hallway and into my room, then walked right through it to the adjoining door. I turned the key in the old door handle and shoved the door open.
“That’s the most pointless thing you’ve ever done,” he said as he zipped up his suitcase.
“Shut up,” I replied. “When are you leaving?”
“Ten minutes.”
“Okay. Good. Good.”
