Page 33 of Risk (Gods #3)

I stretch out my sore body. I’m sore in the way that could have only come from a good fuck.

Oh shit.

Kaden and I had sex.

Really, really good sex.

And it happened because of me. This is my fault. I have no one to blame except for myself.

We fucked, and then I fell asleep in his arms.

And now, we have to have the morning-after talk.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I peek open my eyes and turn my head to find his space in my bed is empty. His space? He doesn’t have a space in my bed!

I’m simultaneously relieved and disappointed that he’s not here. I refuse to even address why I feel disappointed.

I reach my hand over to where he slept, and the sheet is still warm, meaning he’s not been gone long.

I can’t believe I admitted to him that I was horny, let him screw me senseless, and then fell asleep in his arms.

I consider pulling my duvet over my head and spending the rest of my day hiding in my bed. But my bladder has other ideas.

On a sigh, I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. While I relieve myself and spend a stupid amount of time washing my hands, then brushing my teeth and my hair, I coach myself on what I’m going to say to Kaden.

I’m going to tell him it was a one-off. That I had a great time, but it can’t happen again.

It’s not the smart thing to do. We have to think about the babies, and we can’t risk attempting a relationship and it going wrong and things no longer being amicable between us.

We need to get along for the sake of our children.

So, no more sex with Kaden.

I take a deep, fortifying breath, open my door, and walk confidently down the hall toward the kitchen, where I can hear Kaden moving around.

Then, I walk into the kitchen, and I’m assaulted with the scent of pancakes being cooked and a half-naked Kaden at the stove, and all of my confidence and strong words and sense evaporate like droplets of water beneath the hot sun.

I am a puddle.

His back is to me. He’s wearing gray track pants that hang dangerously low.

They’re perilous for my blood pressure, which is currently rising rapidly.

He’s not wearing a shirt. The defined muscles from all the time he spends keeping his body toned are on show for me to see and appreciate.

I can see red marks on his skin. Which I know came from me clawing at him when he was pounding into me.

My whole body flushes with desire, and I swear, momentarily, I can almost feel the memory of his cock inside of me.

My thighs clench. With the amount of thigh clenching I’m doing at the moment, I’m gonna be able to crack nuts with these thighs of mine.

He looks over his shoulder and smiles at me. That smile almost does me in.

“Good morning,” he says, putting down the spatula in his hand.

He saunters over to me and presses a kiss on my lips.

I just stand here like a dummy, being thankful for the fact that I brushed my teeth before coming out here.

“I made breakfast. Pancakes okay? They’re almost ready. There’s fresh fruit and juice and your decaf coffee.” He waves a hand in the direction of the kitchen table, where the food awaits me. “Go sit, and I’ll bring them over in a minute.” He kisses me again before going back to the stove.

I walk over to the table and sit down. Perching on the edge of the seat, I try to regain my composure and remind myself of all the things I coached myself on in the bathroom, finding the words I’m going to say to him. Because I have to say these things.

I can’t let him keep kissing me.

Even if it does feel amazing each time his lips touch mine.

And the fact that he’s made me breakfast? No man has ever made me breakfast like this before—and most definitely never after having sex.

Kaden comes over with a plate stacked with delicious-looking pancakes, putting them down on the table between us, and sits across from me.

“You made these?” I ask him stupidly.

Of course he fucking made them. You just watched him cook that last one.

“Yep.” He laughs softly.

My cheeks instantly go pink. “I meant, did you make the batter from scratch or buy the ready-made stuff you add water to?”

“I made them from scratch.”

“Well, they look amazing.”

“Try one and see if you think they taste as good as they look.”

I take the top pancake and place it on the waiting plate before me. I pour some maple syrup on it and then cut a piece and pop it into my mouth and chew.

“So good,” I tell him on a moan.

“You keep moaning like that, and we’ll be finishing breakfast later.”

My clit throbs. For fuck’s sake. I thought I’d be okay after last night. That my horniness would have abated. Apparently not.

Ignoring my southern region, I swallow the pancake and clear my throat. “About that…last night…”

“You’re going to say it was a mistake. That it can’t happen again.

It’s not a good idea because we’re having kids together.

And you think I only want you because you’re pregnant; otherwise, I wouldn’t have wanted you.

Did I miss anything? Or does that about cover it?

” He doesn’t even pause cutting his pancake.

Just fires out those words and then puts the piece of cooked batter in his mouth, chews, swallows, and then takes a drink of his orange juice, all the while looking at me with expectant eyes.

My mouth has dropped open. I blink a few times. Press my lips together. Run my tongue around my mouth to moisten it.

Then, when I feel like I can speak coherently, I say, “Yes, that covers it.”

“Thought so.” He puts his knife and fork down. “You want to know what I think?”

“No.”

His look is unamused.

So, I begrudgingly say, “Yes.”

He puts his elbows on the table and leans forward, bringing him closer to me. Part of me wants to lean back away from him. The other part wants to lean in closer.

I just can’t figure out which is the stronger of the two parts.

“We’re inevitable.” He stands, walks up beside me, leans down, and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Enjoy your breakfast. I’ll see you later.”

Then, he’s gone, disappearing down the hall.

A few minutes later, I hear the elevator dinging, telling me that he’s leaving the apartment.

And I’m still sitting here, unmoving, rolling his two poignant words over and over in my mind.

“We’re inevitable.”