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His hand caressed my belly over the sheet and the next reality it. Oh, god. I hadn’t told him about the baby. I really should tell him. Now.
But then his hand stroked up, cupping my breast. Immediately my body flushed with arousal.
“We’re going to have morning sleepy sex,” he said, brushing his thumb over my nipple. “You okay with that?” His eyes were still closed, but he had a sexy smile on his lips.
“Is it different than nighttime awake sex?” I asked, glad that my morning sickness hadn’t reared up to ruin this lovely morning.
“Let’s find out.” His eyes opened, as he pulled me under him and slid inside me.
I groaned as he filled me. Not just my pussy, but my entire being. What was he going to say when I told him about the baby? Yes, he’d pursued me beyond our agreed upon one night. He’d asked me to stay. But that didn’t mean he loved me, or wanted a relationship. Of course, that didn’t mean he shouldn’t know, but I couldn’t bear to lose him right now. Maybe, I could bide my time. Maybe I could show him how good we could be together. How I could love him like Beth loved Ash?
My heart did cartwheels at the realization that I was in love with him. Not just a little crush, but full, soul-deep love.
“Stop thinking,” he murmured as he sucked on my nipple while he pressed in.
I gasped, letting all thoughts leave my brain. Right now, I’d just feel. Feel his body inside mine. Feel my love envelop him. Would he feel that from me?
He continued to move in and out, but not in the frenetic pace we usually head. It was steady, and sweet, and all of a sudden I was there, perched on the edge of pleasure.
“Oh!” I gasped as I tipped over the edge into the sweetest orgasm.
He groaned, and then let himself go, filling me again with the essence of him. If only it included his love.
When our breaths returned to normal, he held me, and I nearly wept with yearning for this to be my life.
“I’m hungry,” he said. “Let me cook you breakfast.”
“A private breakfast from renowned restaurateur Kade Raven? Why, I think I might swoon.”
He grinned. “I love to make you swoon.” He leaned over and sucked my nipple deep into his mouth.
“Oh, god… you know I won’t let you leave this bed if you keep that up.”
“We need our sustenance first.” He rolled out of bed and grabbed a robe, which he tossed to me. Then, he slipped on a pair of sweatpants. “Want to come cook with me?”
“Didn’t we just do that?”
“I love your dirty mind.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I’ll see you in the kitchen.”
When I rose from bed and put the robe on, the nausea hit, and I was glad he’d left the room. I locked myself in his bathroom, took care of my business, used some of his toothpaste to wash my mouth out, and then made my way to the kitchen, the scent of bacon leading the way.
I watched from afar for a moment. His strong back muscles moved as he worked in the kitchen. His sweats hung low over his hips, and I had an urge to pull them down and grab his bare ass.
“Are you going to join me?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Do you have eyes on the back of your head?” I finished making my way to the kitchen.
“You always need to be aware of what’s going on in the kitchen,” he said.
“Will you be coming to my kitchen again tonight?” I asked.
“I wish I could. Unfortunately, I’ve got to deal with another place tonight.”
I was disappointed, but understood. “What are you making?” I looked at the blender that he’d filled with eggs, milk and flour.
“German pancakes with peaches and fresh cream.”
“Mmm, sounds delicious. We call them Dutch Babies.”
“Yeah, well, that’s sort of morbid if you think about it. I mean, babies are kind of cute, so why would you want to cook them?” he said.
“You think babies are cute?” My guilt took hold again.
He shrugged. “Sure. I guess I’ll find out for sure soon, as Sara is about to have one.”
“Do you want one?” My stomach clenched as I waited for his answer.
He turned his head, looking me straight in the eyes. “Maybe. Someday.”
A shiver ran up my spine at the intensity of his gaze.
“What about you?”
“Yes.” Now was the time. “In fact — ”
His phone beeped. He took it from his pocket and looked at it. He frowned. “I have to take this. It’s one of the restaurants.”
“Yes, of course. Do you want me to blend this and put it in the oven?”
“That would be great. The butter is already melting in the dish in the oven.” He left the room and relief flooded me. What did it say about me that I would rather keep this baby a secret than tell him?
