Page 46 of Nave
And almost absurdly sexy.
Honestly, I thought that part of me was gone. Dead. Buried. Never to be revived.
After years of occasional, but very clinical and awkward sexual encounters with Ben, I thought I’d never feel desire again.
But there was no denying that the little ache between my thighs was something distantly familiar, a long-lost part of me finding its way back.
“You’re right.”
“About being mysterious… or sexy?”
“It can’t be both?”
His dark eyes grew heated at that for a moment. Which only intensified that little throbbing sensation between my thighs.
“Well, I, for one, am glad you know people. Because I don’t know anyone.”
“There’s no one you left behind? When you moved in with Ben?”
“No. I’d just recently moved to the town where I started working for Ben. I hadn’t had a chance to make any friends. And I don’t really have any family. I mean, technically, I guess I do, but in practice…”
“Hey, you have people now,” he told me, reaching out to slide an arm around me, giving me a quick squeeze.
Did I lean my head into him?
Then turn my face into his neck, taking a deep breath of his scent, enjoying his calm, steady comfort?
Yes, yes, I did.
“Thank you.”
“Gotta stop saying that.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Tired?” he asked when a big yawn escaped me.
“I shouldn’t be. But…”
“I think you have been in survival mode so long, and now that you’re safe, your body is trying to recoup everything it’s lost. Also, you’re growing a whole human being in there. It’s gotta wipe you out.”
“To be fair, there’s not much of anything there yet. But, yeah, the hormones are different. I scanned a pregnancy book at a store when I’d stopped to pick up some things.”
“That makes sense. A lot of changes going on. You should listen to your body. Go take a nap.”
I took that to mean it was time to move away from him.
“Okay.”
“How about I come back tomorrow to see if you need anything?”
“That would be nice. I can make lunch.”
“I’ll bring dessert.”
“For lunch?”
“Why not? We’re adults. There are no rules.”
