Love Me Like That (41 page)

“Please stay,” she whispers as I make my way to the door.

I turn back to her and see her peering at me with tired eyes. “London, if I get in that bed with you…” I let my words trail off because I don’t even want to give my hunger a voice yet.

“Hold me, please?” I kick off my shoes, unable to resist her plea and climb in behind her.

I wedge one arm under her head and wrap the other one around her waist, settled firm against her amazing bump.

“I love you so much,” she whispers into the dark.

“I’ll love you for the rest of my life, London.” I squeeze her a little tighter as I feel her body match up to mine like the very last piece of a puzzle I’ve been waiting my whole life to find.

I wake up holding onto the most beautiful woman in the world. It’s not a fairy tale, open your eyes and smile at each other kind of moment, because the second she opens her eyes, she jumps up on the bed and scrambles out of the room. I laugh when I hear her mutter something about the baby jumping on her bladder.

A few minutes later she’s crawling back in bed with me, lying across my chest. I stroke her back gently and kiss the top of her messy head. We’re both still in our clothes from yesterday and looking pretty ragged.

“I missed you so much,” she says hoarsely, and I can hear the pain in her words.

As much as I want to point out the obvious I keep my mouth shut. She knew where I worked; she knew how to find me. I know my anger over it is something I’ll have to work through in therapy, but I refuse to let it cloud the moment we’re having right now.

“I looked for you almost every single day,” I admit to the top of her head.

She shifts her weight and turns her head so she can look at me. “You did?” She asks as if she doesn’t believe me.

I nod. “I drove around for hours trying to find your car. I called almost every doctor’s office hoping they’d give me your information.” She frowns. “They wouldn’t. I didn’t know if you left Spokane. I didn’t know if you,” I have to clear my throat at the next thought. “If you had an abortion.” I reach down and place my large hand on the swell of her belly.

“I’d never…” I hush her by placing my fingers to her lips.

“When all the driving around didn’t produce you I starting being the creepy guy that hangs out at baby stores.” I laugh. “I’m certain I’ve been in every store in this town, at least, a dozen times each.”

“I haven’t even started shopping for the baby yet.” She runs a finger down my cheek. “I didn’t want to go until I knew if it was a boy or a girl.”

My heart rate increases and my hand begins to tremble slightly, excitement coursing through my veins. “Have you found out?” I hate that I’ve missed everything with her pregnancy up to this point.

She grins at me. “Not until next week.” My face hurts because of how big my smile is. “Something you’d be interested in?”

“It would mean the world to me, London.” I’m ecstatic knowing that I haven’t missed every single thing.

“Do you love me, Kadin?” She asks hesitantly.

“More than anyone in this world,” I answer her.

“You haven’t kissed me; you’ve been hesitant to touch me.” She lowers her eyes, but I hook my finger under her chin, gently forcing her to look at me.

“I don’t want to push you. The last thing I want is for you to feel overwhelmed or like I forced my way back into your life. I want nothing more than to make love to you for the rest of my life, London, but I need to know that’s what you want too.” I let my finger roam down her neck and feel a sense of pride when she quivers from my touch.

“We have a lot to talk about,” she says finally.

“Yes, we do. Do you want to do that now? Some things are difficult for me to discuss, but I won’t shy away from your questions.” I need to be an open book for her. I need her to be the same for me. I need to know that she feels comfortable talking to me, able to ask me anything because I can’t lose her again.

“Right now?” She asks and scrunches up her nose like it’s the worst thing in the world. “Right now I want you to shower with me.”

“London,” I groan and scrub my hand over my face. “That’s not such a good idea. I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

She winks at me and climbs off the bed. “I don’t expect you to. Besides, the shower is super tiny so we’ll be practically on top of one another.”

I don’t think I’ve ever moved so fast in my life.

The libido that vanished the second I walked away from Kadin months ago showed up yesterday almost the same second he arrived in my driveway. I stepped away from him on my front porch because I didn’t think I could keep my hands off of him once he touched me.

The wanton woman who just invited him to the shower with her? I have no idea who that woman is, but I have a feeling she’s not going anywhere anytime soon. The cottage is nothing like his condo or the cabin was as far as luxury. I reach in and turn on the hot water, knowing it takes several long minutes for it to warm.

Kadin stands at the sink rinsing his mouth with mouthwash. I brushed my teeth when I used the restroom earlier hoping that he would pounce on me the second I climbed back into bed with him. I don’t know this cautious and tentative Kadin. It’s sweet and endearing, but right now I just want to attack him, and my restraint is faltering as the seconds tick by.

He turns from the sink and takes a step toward me. The bathroom is beyond tiny, so there’s not much room at all to maneuver. I reach my hands up to the top button of his shirt, flicking the first one open.

His chest rumbles in approval when my fingers touch his hot chest as I slowly unbutton his shirt. I stand on the tips of my toes to gain the height I need to push it over his shoulder, making sure my hands stay on his golden skin the entire time. He closes his eyes and takes in every sensation as it flutters to the floor.

I rake my nails down his chest and abdomen on their way to the button and zipper of his jeans. He hisses as they slightly score his skin. The tension builds in the front of his pants at an amazingly swift rate. My mouth waters and the apex of my thighs grow slick as my ears register the rasping sound of his zipper being lowered; Pavlov’s dog at its finest.

I see his hands open the fist as he attempts to maintain his control. I know he wants to touch me, but it’s almost as if he’s enjoying the agony of making himself wait. I watch his face as I rub my hand over his length still covered by his now tight boxer briefs. His groan is rewarding and echoes my own need.

Unable to wait a second longer I push his jeans and boxers down his thighs, causing his cock to spring from its confines. I missed the glorious sight of him. I take a step back and let him finish tugging the pants free from his feet, watching as he carelessly tosses them aside on the floor.

I stand there innocently as if unaware I just provoked a bear in a very tiny room. I want him wild and lustful; I need him to want me as much as I want him. From the look of his narrowed eyes and the way he’s staring at me as if I’m prey, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.

“Your turn,” he growls. His demeanor is aggressive, but his hands are calm and reverent. He bends forward as he pulls my tank top up, placing the sweetest of kisses on the very top of my bump.

He tugs the tank top over my head efficiently and tosses it toward his own pile of discarded clothing. He hesitates and looks in my eyes as his hands glide up my ribs and his thumbs caress the underside of my breasts, still covered in the lace of my bra. It’s almost as if he’s asking for permission to go forward. I want to slap him for being so apprehensive but at the same time I want to kiss him for being so considerate. I nod my head, giving him permission to continue.

Not wasting another second, he flips open the snap of my bra and my heavy breasts spring free.

“Fuck,” he whispers reverently. I let the lace fall off of my shoulders as he raises his hands and delicately cups each of them in his hands. “They’re bigger than I remember.” He places a kiss on the top of each globe and looks in my eyes.

“I’ve gone up a cup size since getting pregnant, and all of the books say they’ll get even bigger than that after the birth,” I explain.

He keeps his eyes locked on mine watching my reaction as he sweeps his thumbs over the tender, hardened tips. I moan and close my eyes momentarily.

“Still sensitive I see.”

“Ah!” I gasp when he lowers his mouth and gives one a hard lick. “They’re more sensitive.”

He releases me and slides his strong hands down my back, taking my wrinkled slacks down with them. The best thing about maternity clothes is the easy on/easy off. We’re both standing stark naked in my tiny bathroom that long ago filled with the steam from the shower.

Somehow maintaining his control when I want nothing more than for him to bend me over at the sink and fuck me stupid, he pulls the shower curtain aside and holds my hand, helping me step over the lip of the tub and into the spray. My lips remain kiss free as he quickly washes his body and then turns his attention to me.

I’m almost okay that he only cleaned my most delicate spots just as quick and efficient as he did his own as he massages soap and then conditioner into my long hair. I close my eyes as his long fingers work my scalp with a magical touch. Once he deems us both clean he reaches past me and turns off the water.

I give him a sexy pout when he dries me with just as much economic grace as he did when he washed me. I’d almost believe he wasn’t affected, but the thickness of his fully erect shaft betrays his false calmness. He wraps the towel around my body, hiding it from his eyes and sits me on the edge of the tub.

He may be doing his best to ignore the big horny elephant in the room but when he starts to comb out my long hair, there’s no way I can ignore the straining erection bouncing in my face. I place my hands gently on his thighs, lean my head in, and without warning suck the mushroom head of his cock into my mouth.

He pulls back suddenly, wrenching himself from my mouth. “London,” he gasps. “What are you doing?”

I give him a mischievous smirk and shrug my shoulders. “You put it in my face. I was just getting reacquainted.”

He narrows his eyes and drops the comb to the floor. “Reacquainted, huh? How about we both get reacquainted in the bedroom?”
Finally.

He stands me up and tugs the towel free of my body and uses it to quickly run over his own skin before discarding it on the floor.

“I think that’s a great plan.” I say and squeal when he sweeps me up in his arms and carries me down the short hallway to the room.

He places me gently on the bed and covers my body with his own, taking care not to put pressure on my stomach. Our faces are mere inches apart; I can feel his hot puffs of air as he sweeps damp strands of hair off of my face.

“I can wait, London. We don’t have to jump right into this. Sex is not the reason I’m here with you.” His words falter at the end when I rotate my hips and grind my heat against him.

“I swear, Kadin. If you don’t make me come I’ll…” He cuts my words off when his mouth covers mine.

I wrap my arms around him and hold onto him with everything I have as his tongue strokes along mine, reorienting their selves. My body is pure liquid under his touch, better now than I remembered because I know how he feels about me. Having passionate sex is nothing compared to making love to a man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

I open my eyes and crane my mouth searching for his when he pulls away, aching at the loss. Slowly he makes his way down my body kissing, caressing, and nibbling.