Page 99 of My Sweetest Obsession
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Ivy stumbles into the kitchen with her dark hair disheveled from sleep—and other things—and yawns, pressing the back of her hand over her mouth.
I glance at the clock on the stove in front of me. Almost nine o’clock. “You okay?”
Her brow furrows. “Yeah?” She rubs at her lower back. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
The ease with which she responds and that fact that I don’t hear even a hint of reservation in her voice helps relieve some of the tension that’s been coiled inside every muscle in my body since I woke this morning in their bed with Ivy in my arms.
It should have been a moment to relish, to cherish, to luxuriate in as she lay there with her hair spread out across the pillow looking like a damn fucking angel. But the very real fear that she would wake and regret everything we said and did last night wouldn’t let me.
And I’ve been waiting all morning to see her face, to be able to look into her eyes and know she still wants this.
She does.
That’s enough to make my lips pull into a grin as I motion with the spatula to the clock above the sink. “Because I have never known you to sleep until nine a.m.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “Shit, it’s that late?”
“Yeah.” I nod, fighting a full-blown smile at the adorable, bewildered look on her face. “You clearly needed the sleep.”
The tiniest grin curls her lips, and her cheeks darken. And I find myself wondering again about what color they actually are when they’re like this—soft peach, bright pink, a striking red… “Yeah, well, someone kept me up last night.”
I snort as I turn back to flip the bacon sizzling in the griddle pan. “You’re welcome.”
“I wasn’t complaining.”
My cheeks heat and my cock stirs at the sensual tone in her voice and as the memories of making love to her and everything that came after it replay in my head.
It was so different from all the other times we’ve been together.
So real.
Neither of us holding anything back.
No secrets.
No lies.
None of those barriers that existed between us before.
It was perfect.
Ivy shuffles around the counter over to me and rests her face against my bare back, wrapping her arms around me tightly. Her belly presses into me, and the baby kicks, making me jump slightly.
She chuckles. “You felt that?”
“How could I miss it?”
Her smile warms my skin. “I told you…she likes your voice. Whenever you’re here, she’s always more active…”
Hearing that again does that same strange thing to my chest. Makes my heart skip a beat and speed up at the same time.
Something that should be impossible.
About as impossible as the moment we’re having right now.
