Page 53

“Oh, well next time you’ll know.”

Slowly he disentangles himself from around me. It’s obvious neither of us wants to, but we also can’t stay like this all night. Warren presses a kiss to my temple before returning to his stool and our long-forgotten food.

“Finish your breakfast, then I’ll rub your feet before bed.”

“Bed? It’s only seven o’clock.”

“Ok fine then, I’ll rub your feet while we watch a movie.”

“Or read a book.”

He chuckles again. “That too. Though it would be rather hard for me to turn the pages with my hands occupied rubbing your feet.”

“Fine, a movie then,” I sigh with mock irritation. “But only if we have popcorn and watchBambi.” Warren looks at me surprised, but hopeful. I shrug, smiling. “I haven’t watched it in a long time. It’s as good as any other movie.”

~

I probably shouldn’t have suggested watchingBambi, a movie that even if I weren’t pregnant would make me weep like a baby, because watching it while pregnant is like participating in the Olympics of ugly crying.

A mother protecting her young? Could it hit any closer to home?

Warren is a good sport through it all though. Getting me a box of tissues and cuddling me close to him, pressing reassuring kisses to my tear-stained cheek. He really is being the sweetest.

But even after all that crying and emotional whirlwind, it still can’t smother my pregnancy libido the moment I walk out of the bathroom ready for bed to find Warren stripping down to his underwear in my bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

Warren whips around at my sharp tone, which doesn’t help the horniness steadily growing down south. Warren in his underwear is even better than shirtless Warren. Every single one of his bad boy tattoos on display, his dark messy hair falling into his eyes. Yum.

“Getting ready for bed. What’s it look like?”

I stare at him open mouthed, because I’m not sure what to say. It would be a crime against humanity to tell him he can’t sleep in my bed…in nothing but his underwear.

“You didn’t think I was going to sleep on the couch, did you?” he asks with a wicked gleam in his eye and smirk on his lips.

I mean I guess I hadn’t thought about where he would sleep when he asked to stay with me. And the couch isn’t the most comfortable for sleeping on.

“No, I guess not. I didn’t really think about it,” I admit.

He only smiles broader and pulls the covers back on the side of the bed he knows I don’t sleep on and crawls in. His eyes never break contact with mine.

“Come on Bambi,” he pats my empty side of the bed. “Get in.”

Well shit.

There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep next to him while this turned on. And there’s no way I can take care of the issue how I normally would_with the vibrator tucked in my nightstand_with him laying right next to me.

I’ll just have to suck it up and ignore it, just like I did when we were teenagers at a sleepover.

Crawling into bed I lay on my side facing away from Warren. Staring at his naked body won’t help me pretend he’s not there. He holds the blankets for me as I position myself and then tucks them around me. The light on his nightstand clicks off, plunging us into darkness. Only the faint rays of moonlight filtering in through the blinds cast any light in the space.

For a moment everything is still and quiet, until I feel Warren moving on the bed behind me, getting closer, until the warmth of his skin presses against my sleep shirt. It’s too difficult to wear much of anything else to bed beyond an oversized shirt and panties. So that’s all I’m wearing and when Warren spoons me from behind I can feel the soft brush of his legs against mine.

That’s also not all I feel. Because there’s a rock-hard cock snuggling into my butt right now. I let out a choked gasp as he settles his whole body against mine, one arm casually flung across my hips and now cradling my belly.

“Uh…Warren?”

“Yes Bambi?”