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“Are you ever going to shut the door?” Aiden stands off to the side, chuckling. I laugh when I notice I’m still holding onto the door.
“Wow, Aiden.” I turn and close the door and face him. “It’s gorgeous.”
His eyes gleam. “That’s exactly what I was thinking,” he says, his gaze pinned on me. I blush as he appraises my body. One look and I’m already turning to mush. I’ve never been dependent on a man before, but it’s been hard to even breathe without Aiden here these past couple of weeks.
He’s holding a tumbler with whiskey-colored liquid in one hand. His other hand is in his pocket. As he brings the glass to his mouth, his eyebrow raises over the brim. His Adam’s apple moves as the liquid slides down his throat. I feel the burn he must feel from the liquid wash over me. My body shudders with desire. I take a deep breath and saunter over to him, taking the drink from his hand and take a sip.
“Mmm…Jack.”
“No,” he rasps, taking the glass from my hand and placing it on the bar behind him. “I guess I need to remind you who I am.”
I gasp when he wraps his arm around my waist and thrusts me forward, slamming me into his chest. I bite my bottom lip in response to the desire spiraling in his dark, intense eyes. My pulse quickens and my lips tingle, knowing he’s about to devour them. He flashes a cocky, knowing smile before he fuses his lips to mine. There is nothing gentle about this kiss. One hand is on my back and the other grabs my ass. His tongue moves with mine. A deep moan reverberates into my mouth and sends the vibration through my body.
Falling farther into him, I run my hand through his hair. I release all the pent-up frustration from the last couple of weeks into this kiss. His frenzied pace is proof he’s doing the same. He bites my lip and pulls back, our chests heaving.
He puts his forehead against mine. “And don’t you ever forget it,” he muses, kissing me on the nose.
I exhale loudly and look up at him. “You can remind me whenever you’d like.”
“Every day, sweetheart. For the rest of my life.” The smile I give him reaches my eyes. Those words make my heart swell. “But right now, we need to eat before I lose control and remind you what I feel like inside of you, out here in the open.”
Desire tickles deep down into my belly, and I almost tell him to screw dinner. When I see the decorated table with a setting for two and lit candles, I don’t want to ruin his plans.
“Whose terrace is this? It seems too nice to belong to the residents of the building.” We have a rooftop at my apartment, but there are only a couple of fold-up chairs and a plastic lounger. It’s mainly used as a smoking area. Nothing fancy, and nothing like this.
“The man who lives in the penthouse owns it,” he says, pulling out my chair for me to sit. “He’s out of town. When he leaves, he tells me so I can keep watch over his place. I have a key, but I’ve never really cared about coming up here before, but I thought it’d be the perfect spot to bring you.”
“It is perfect up here.” The sun has settled below the buildings, and lights from surrounding offices and apartments glow around us like fireflies. Some flicker off while others turn on.
Aiden made chicken piccata for dinner, one of my favorite dishes ever. The slight lemon tang and creamy butter sauce is perfection. I think I’ll keep him just for this. Our conversation is light during dinner. I sense he is avoiding the conversation we need to have. Jessie. I’d like to sweep her under the rug, too, but we need to talk about what’s going to happen when the baby is born. Jessie is due in two weeks. I don’t even know if Aiden has talked to her other than the night she showed up to ruin my birthday and engagement party. I’ve only seen him three times since that night, and I don’t really want to spoil dinner, but it’s time. I pick up my wine and take a sip. I stare at my half-full glass and twirl it around a couple times. Screw it. I swallow the remainder of the wine in one gulp. When it comes to Jessie, I’m thinking the more wine, the better.
Aiden sits back in his chair, head angled as he watches me with an intense expression. I smile innocently and shrug. “Wine is really good,” I say. He nods and sits forward to pour some more into my glass.
“Let’s go sit on the couch,” he says, standing and reaching for my hand. I slip my hand into his large hand, and he squeezes it lightly. “I love you so much, Addison. I’m sorry for the last couple weeks.” He sighs. Regret swirls in his eyes. It’s hard to see the strong confident man I know and love look like he’s lost control.
I push up on my toes and kiss him softly on the lips. “C’mon, let’s go sit,” I whisper.
We stroll over and sit down on the deep cushions. They’re pretty clean for being outside, exposed to the elements. Aiden swings my legs around and places them in between his legs like he did at the zoo. He leans back against the cushions and stares up to the dark sky.
“Have you talked to her?” I ask, breaking the silence.
He shakes his head and then turns toward me. “I don’t want to talk to her. I don’t think what I have to say will be healthy for a woman who is eight months pregnant.” I flash a lopsided smile. He’s probably right. “Max has talked to her, though,” he says, absently brushing his thumb on my inner thigh.
“I think she’s lying,” I blurt out. He twists his lips and nods. “If you were so drunk that you can’t remember, I have a hard time believing she was able to…or you were able to—”
He places a finger on my mouth to stop me from talking. “I think the same thing, but I can’t ignore that she was in my house.” He clenches his teeth together and leans forward on his legs. I can physically see how much this is messing with him.
“Has anyone confirmed her due date?”
He looks over to me again with furrowed brows. “What do you mean?”
I shrug. “I mean, she says she’s due in two weeks, but is she?”
He stares at me for a beat, letting the question sink in. “Wouldn’t that be hard to lie about?”
“I guess…We’ll see if she’s induced or has her naturally.” Aiden’s confused expression intensifies. He turns his body toward me. “Let’s just say, if she’s trying to trick you, how she has the baby will definitely be a key factor.”
“Okay,” he draws out. “I have no idea about pregnancies, so whatever you say I believe.”
