Page 69 of Bad Decisions

I'd never felt like this, like a fucking caveman. But here I was, panting like a dog, and trying to restrain myself from bending her over and forcing her to take all my cum until her belly swelled with my baby—our baby. I was desperate for her, and she had no idea. She had no clue of the power she had over me.

"We have to stop," I breathed. She whimpered again, pressing her body closer. I nearly snapped. I was riding the edge, and moments away from throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to my room. "Rae."

"Please," she breathed before sliding her tongue into my mouth. I groaned against her and dropped my hands to her ass, groping and pulling her closer. I needed to be inside her. Right fucking now.

Before I could do anything, she pulled away, her chest heaving and pupils blown. She looked so fucking gorgeous like this, and it soothed my caveman soul knowing I was the one who turned her on so much she was breathless and flushed.

"My pretty baby girl," I breathed, cupping her face. She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch, nuzzling her cheek against me. It settled something in me seeing her look safe and content.

And I made her feel like this. Safe. Sated. Content. Horny.

Loved.

I'd always loved Reagan, just in a different way. It would be easy to fall in love with her, though. To see her as more than just a friend, as someone I could share a few laughs with at holidays. She was so much more than I'd ever given her credit for. And now she was mine, and I was never letting her go.

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I staredup at the ceiling. It'd been a full two days since we slept together for the first time and Reagan has been in my bed ever since. If I had it my way, she'd never leave it, never leave me.

I scrubbed my hand over my face. I was being a psycho bastard, but I didn't know if I really cared. We'd had such a good weekend and today was my first day back at the office. I didn't know why I'd felt so anxious about it, like I was scared she'd be gone when I got home. But this thing between us was still new and fragile, and I was terrified of fucking it up.

But she'd been here, cooking and playing with Emma just like she did every other night. It almost felt like nothing had changed, like we'd gone back to who we were before. But when Emma wasn't looking, she snuck a quick peck to my cheek and I felt the world stop spinning. And when she smiled at me like we'd shared something special, my heart stopped beating.

It had only been a few days, and I was already falling for her harder than I knew was possible.

I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arm around her. Even in her sleep, she seemed to relax at my touch and nestle closer to me. I rested my hand on her stomach, stroking my thumb back and forth. My arm tightened as I pulled her back to me, holding her against my chest. I needed her closer.

I pressed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder, letting my lips linger. She smelled so good, like vanilla and pineapple. Her hair was loose on the pillow and tickled my face, but I wouldn't ask her to pick it up. I liked it down.

Her body stiffened slightly, and I knew she was slowly waking up. I was shocked at how light of a sleeper she was. The morning after our first hookup, she didn't stir when I got up to shower so I assumed she slept like the dead, like Meredith. But after that first morning, I realized that even if I barely shifted, she'd wake up.

It was taking her time to remember she was in my room, in my bed, my arms. But after a moment, she relaxed.

"Why are you awake?" she whispered into the dark room.

"I didn't mean to wake you," I said, continuing to stroke my thumb along her belly. "Go back to sleep." She tried to roll onto her back, but my hold tightened. "Sleep, baby."

"But why are you awake?" she asked again, her voice just as soft. "What are you thinking about?"

"You," I said, digging my face into the back of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "Us." She stiffened again.

"Us?" she repeated. Hesitantly, she rested her hand over my arm and trailed her fingers over my skin, causing goosebumps to rise.

"Just how much I love that you're here," I said. "And how I can't believe you want anything to do with an old man like me."

"You're not that old," she laughed.

"I was in college before you were in kindergarten," I said dryly, and she laughed again. The sound made me feel lighter, and I pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck. I couldn't stop touching or kissing her. But I didn't think she minded.

"When you say it like that, it sounds terrible," she said, her fingers still trailing my arm. "You're such a perv."

"Me?" I said with mock outrage. "You're the one grave robbing."

"You're cradle robbing," she shot back, and I let out a breathy laugh. "Which is worse?"

"They're equally pervy," I said, kissing her again.

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