Page 55 of Power Move

“What?”

“The kiss,” he said. “Tell me you aren’t thinking about it now.”

“I… I…”

“You can’t, Eva. Because we both enjoyed it.”

“It wouldn’t work. I’m getting big as a house. We work together. The whole thing is a fucking disaster! Why? Why can’t you glom onto some hot, tall woman?”

“You are so caught up on not being attractive, but damn, Eva! You’re gorgeous. You may bebuilt, but you’re beautiful.”

“You don’t prefer statuesque women?”

“I think maybeyoudo, but you are absolutely my type. I prefer shorty, curvy women with a big ass. You not only have a fabulous ass, but your tits are also amazing.”

I flushed, something that lost in the moonlight.

“Did I get it right?”

“I like tall people—you want what you cannot have. You got that right.”

“When I saw you across that bar with that creep bothering you, I fellhard. I don’t get like this. You frustrate me to no end. You love to argue—I hate it. You also melt me when you finally unlatch the gate and let me in. Fucking you is addictive. I’d do it dozens more times?—”

“Not like this,” I said. “Davey, I’m?—”

“Gorgeous?”

“Pregnant,” I said, annoyed.

“So?”

I cocked my head. “You really don’t care?”

“There is something remarkably sexy about it. I mean, I was the one who got you pregnant. Should I be embarrassed?”

I shook my head.

“Can I kiss you?”

He hit every note perfectly. His check-in put me at ease. The way he told me I was beautiful made me swoon. I lost myself to the base urge, ending up pinned to the sand as we kissed. It wasn’t hungry like before. It was sweet and gentle. Davey looked at me.

“This isn’t a power move, Eva. There isn’t an agenda beyond me wanting you to give me a chance and for us to have a healthy relationship—whatever that looks like—for the sake of this kid. But, Eva, I cannot help but want more. I’m sorry.”

The urge for more overcame me as I pressed his hand down my torso to my shorts. “Show me.”

“What?” Davey said, confused.

“Get me off. I am… so desperate. Show me what you mean.”

“If this is a test, I will ace it,” Davey said.

“A new thing for you?” I teased as he slid his hand inside my running shorts and found my clit.

“Not thefirsttime,” he dipped one finger inside to pull out some of my wetness.

It wassogood. I realized I might have reached the horny part of pregnancy where Ellie said reserves were low. Last night, I’d awoken on the verge of climax, and my drawer of vibrators were uncharged from six weeks of no use. Davey thrust two fingers inside, then three. I moaned too loudly.

“Shh,” Davey said. “You don’t want to let the house know.”