Page 59 of Unexpected Forever
The man is like a furnace. With the heat radiating from his body, even my sleep shorts and tank top are too much.
I bite my bottom lip and his eyes follow the movement. With something that sounds like a soft growl, he lets go and takes a step away from me.
“I need a shower.” He turns and leaves the room.
Like his fine ass is on fire.
I sigh and toss the rest of my food in the garbage.
I try to read more of theWhat To Expectbaby book, but my mind keeps wandering back to the man upstairs.
This is why I made rule number three. It’s to save me from myself. I knew if I made it, Nate would respect it.
We’ve lived together for a month in this too-big-for-two-people modern house with gorgeous mountain views.
Right after we moved in, he’d been gone for two weeks, taking some broadcasting gigs and calling the games for his former team.
But when he’s here, we get along well, like friendly roommates. We’ve managed to follow all the rules I made, including sleeping in separate rooms and me paying rent.
And because Nate is the consummate gentleman, my vibrator has seen more action than ever.
My body knows what it wants.
It wants the six-foot-two sex on a stick package walking back into the kitchen.
His hair is damp and slicked back, his jeans and T-shirt fitting his athletic body to perfection.
The words I’m looking at may as well be in Latin, so I shut the book and try to focus on my laptop screen in front of me. But I couldn’t tell you what I was looking at if you held a gun to my head.
“What’s that?”
My attention snaps to focus on the screen. “Oh, cribs.”
“You like that one?” He gestures to the screen.
“Yeah, it’s gorgeous.”
It’s a beautiful gray sleigh bed crib I just added to my baby nursery Pinterest board. It’s also way out of my price range. And even though I know I could ask Nate to buy it, my pride just won’t let me.
He scratches his head. “I guess we need to start thinking about those things, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“The baby website hasn’t said anything about it yet.”
I smile and shake my head. “It’s so adorable you’re following along.”
He shrugs, his cheeks turning pink. “I want to know what’s going on so I can be supportive.”
“Well, thank you. I appreciate it.”
“Hey, what are you doing today?” he asks, sitting on the stool next to me and biting into an apple.
The way his jaw moves when he chews makes my skin flush. I’ve got it bad if I think he’s sexy eating an apple.
“I’ve got a call with a client in an hour. But that’s all I’ve got planned so far. Why, what’s up?”
“I need your expertise.”
