“No, that’s fine. Just text me the address so I have it and I’ll be there.”
He stays quiet and I can’t help wondering if he thought I wouldn’t want him with me? Have I not made it clear enough?
“Lucien,” my hand tightens on his hand against my stomach, “we’re doing this together. Don’t ever feel you have to tip toe around me where the baby is concerned. If you have an opinion, or if you want to discuss something, then please tell me, don’t keep it inside. If you promise to do this then I will as well,” I smile, “even if it’s something the other isn’t going to like.”
He chuckles. “I’ve been making a lot of promises where you’re concerned lately.” He kisses me again. “But I promise.”
“Thank you.”
I could stay in his arms like this forever. He relaxes me, which is what he’s doing right now as I fight with my eyelids to stay open.
“Come on, you’re going to ache if you fall asleep here.”
Lucien keeps me in his arms and walks with me towards our bedroom where I really don’t want to go. If he lays me on the bed, he will let me go and I don’t want him to…
“I’ll stay until you’re asleep.”
Or maybe not?
He kneels on the bed and gently places me on the mattress. I’m so tempted to grab hold of his tee shirt to keep him with me, but he moves away and grabs a throw from the back of the chair to cover me up. Lucien stands looking down at me before he climbs on the bed, and spoons into me.
“Is this alright?” he asks, sounding hesitant.
“It’s more than alright.”
He caresses along my arm down to my fingers before his hand lands on my stomach, and with such care, he cradles our baby. My stomach hasn’t started to expand yet—it feels rock hard to the touch and my skinny jeans now feel uncomfortable—but there is no visible evidence that I’m carrying a child. Still to have Lucien act the way he does fills me with hope. Hope that we are going to make it further than the remaining six months of my pregnancy.
Taking more of an initiative, I turn in his arms coming face-to-face with him. Before I lose the courage, which has surprised me as much as it appears to have Lucien, I wiggle closer and hook one leg over his hip. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I snuggle more into him as I watch his eyes darken.
“What are you doing,” he asks, in a strangled voice while I wiggle against him and start to feel his reaction to my closeness.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I counter.
“I think you’re looking to get into trouble.”
“Hmm, the dirty kind of trouble.”
He groans. “You’re really testing my control right now. You know that?” His hand lands on my bottom and squeezes, bringing me in against his straining erection.
I move my hips wanting him with a desperation that I’ve only ever felt with him.
“Sabrina, we can’t,” he grounds out. “I want you.” He laughs. “I think that’s obvious. But I want to take things slow. We need to get to know each other without sex blurring the lines. Do you hear what I’m saying? I’m trying something with you that I gave up on years ago, and I don’t want to blow it. I want a fresh start. Our relationship before was purely sex, and although I want you, I don’t want it to be about that this time around.” He moves his hand and holds me tight. “I want it to be more about us and our growing child.”
Wow!
Well that has certainly blown any thoughts I was having out the window.
I really have no words. His words have left me stunned. A few days ago, he was still pushing me away even though he couldn’t keep his hands off me at his parents’ house. And now he wants everything he was trying to protect himself from.
I’m still afraid that my happiness isn’t going to last even though my heart loves this man, body and soul.
Chapter Fourteen
Lucien
It’s getting more difficult for me to hold on to my good intentions. I want more than anything to have her under me and to love her with my body. This morning I woke up with Sabrina wrapped in my arms and my dick hard as a spike knowing what or where it wanted to go. But I meant every word I said to her last evening. I really do want to get to know her—her likes and fears—what makes her tick. I want her to rely on me as she would if we were married. It will kill me if she turns to someone else for anything. At least I know she’s safe with Ramon, him preferring guys, although I’ve noticed a few times that his eyes wander to Sylvia so I’m not too sure what’s going on with him.