Page 37 of Amor Prohibido

“It’s nothing, sweetheart.”

I stepped aside to let him in while practically having to physically pry my eyeballs from his biceps as he shucked out of his jacket. The grey fitted long-sleeved top emphasised all the glorious things about his physique. There was no denying that the man was damn fine.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes when he rubbed his hands together vigorously. As hot as he was, Jace was a goddamn pussy when it came to winter; I had the heating cranked up high for fuck’s sake.

“J—”

I silenced him by raising my hand. “Before we get into anything, there’s a bath with my name on it.”

Jace’s tongue rolling across his lower lip held my attention until he spoke. “Take as long as you need. I’ll make myself at home. I could murder a coffee right now; fuck, it’s cold.”

“It’s really not, but as long as you murder me a hot chocolate while you’re at it, I won’t report you.”

His low chuckle had my pulse skipping a beat. Invisible ropes of magnetism drew us closer, yet neither of us moved a muscle. Jace felt it too. His bright hazel-green eyes dropped from mine to my mouth and lingered. Tightness gathered in my chest, clamping my lungs, and bringing back the same flooding arousal that consumed me the night we fucked.

Jace stepped closer and softly ran his knuckles down my cheek. His rejection from earlier fell away. My resentment dissipated. I melted into the whispered touch as if he owned me.

“J?” he murmured hoarsely.

“Yeah?” I whispered.

Unspoken words swam in his eyes, and I held my breath in anticipation.

“Go have your bath. I’ll be here.”

His reminder pulled me from the daze. I nodded and headed to the bathroom, only to pause in the doorway and turn back. He held my gaze as the door drifted closed. When it clicked into place, I pressed my hands to the thick wood and dipped my head. A shaky breath released. So close, yet so damn far away.

I eyed the lock, then left it unsnibbed, trusting that Jace would keep his word. Lowering myself into the warm, bubbly tub of bliss, I tried to free my mind.

As scared as I was about the pregnancy, unconditional love welled within me. The idea of motherhood grew on me, though it fluctuated depending on my mood. One minute I believed I could do it, the next, I was terrified out of my mind again.

I sponged myself luxuriously, then soaked until the tips of my fingers were wrinkled and waterlogged. Standing and flicking the remaining bubbles off my boobs and legs, I reached for the towel and stilled.Dammit!No towel.

There was only one thing to do.“Jaaaaaaace,”I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Footsteps headed in my direction. “Yup?”

“I forgot a towel. Can you grab me one? Please?”

Without question, his footsteps receded, then the linen cupboard in the hallway creaked open and closed. I stood on the bathmat and shimmied across to the door to wait. When his knock sounded, I cracked the door open while remaining strategically hidden behind it, and a towel magically appeared before my eyes. My heart skipped a beat when our fingers grazed during the handover.

“Gracias,” I breathed out.

“No worries. What would you do without me?” he replied smugly.

“Run down the hallway naked to grab one.”

He groaned and muttered a curse as I shut the door. I had to admit I revelled in knowing he was wound as tight as I was.

Once moisturised and dressed, I found him in the lounge nursing a coffee with a packet of biscuits beside him on the couch.

“Here’s your drink, J. It won’t be too hot now.”

“Thank you.” I nipped to my room for my slippers and noticed an obvious change as soon as I stepped through the door.

My bed!

Seriously!

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