“I’ll just wash your back.”
He did so, quickly, and I wondered if he was trying to back off. Was the heat I felt sizzling between us one sided? Did he not want to give me the wrong impression or was it also becoming too much for him?
With a sigh, I took the cloth from him and washed up, as he left to put the cup in the kitchen and change the bed sheets. He was gone for a few minutes, so I took my time, enjoying the warm bath.
I was still embarrassed about my weak bladder. I was impressed at how sweet and understanding he had been. I was also pissed that he was so considerate. He made it too easy to love him.
When he came back, I was finished and he grabbed the towel hanging on the rack beside the tub. He stared down at me a moment, his eyes scanning my nude form, as if he was memorizing every curve. My body warmed in his roving gaze. I wanted to cover myself again, but thought that would be ridiculous. He’d already seen everything.
“This is going to be interesting.”
His words were completely off from what I was thinking that I sat stunned, waiting for him to explain.
“Do you think if I stood you up, you could hold on to the towel bar while I dry you off?”
Of course, he wasn’t checking me out after all. He was only trying to figure out how best to get me out of the tub. I was mortified at how my body was responding to him and he wasn’t feeling a thing, I scoffed.
As I sat there, berating myself for such foolish thoughts, I realized he was waiting for my answer. Instinctively, I wrapped my arm over my breasts again, ignoring Alex’s scowl. I had to bring back my uncaring attitude. I wouldn’t allow him to see how he made me feel, how vulnerable and weak I felt with this need I had for him.
“Yes, I think I could do that.”
He reached down to lift me up, and I paid no attention to his large hands sliding against my wet skin. When I was standing on the rug, I held onto the towel bar as he had suggested.
He began rubbing my skin with the plush towel. I ignored how my breast ached, as the fabric brushed against them. I took no notice of the shiver my body produced, as he came closer to my damp sex.
However, I did become aware when the towel paused at my hip. I looked down to see Alex place a trembling hand softly on my distended belly. He stared straight ahead towards my belly button, his face one of awe.
Then the baby decided to turn over, making my stomach twist and push at his hand. He pulled it away quickly, completely surprised by the baby’s actions. His gaze met mine only a moment before he stood up.
The moment was sweet, if not fleeting and in that brief moment our eyes met, I saw something I thought I would never see in Alex. He was scared. I couldn’t blame him, I was terrified of becoming a mother, but I had come to terms with my fears, and Alex would have to do the same.
He could let those fears consume him and walk away from knowing the best thing to ever happen to him, a beautiful child, or he could fight against his apprehensions and become the father I knew he could be.
13
Alex
Standing in the doorway, dinner in hand, I couldn’t help but stop and watch her. I had forgotten how beautiful she was. With her dark hair that curled down her back, her creamy complexion, and curves in all the right places, she looked like the perfect example of a sex kitten. Her pouty pink lips and almond shaped eyes only emphasized the look.
It was amazing. I always thought Sam was an exceptionally beautiful woman, but right then, lying in my bed, she was glowing. Pregnancy definitely agreed with her.
My mind raced back to the times I helped with her bathing. Those were fantastic and yet agonizing moments. She was sexy clothed, but naked? Hell, she was downright sinful.
I’d thought her pregnant belly would be somewhat of a turn off, but I was wrong. Damn, wrong. The sight of her full curves had my dick so hard I could have driven nails with the thing.
She was no better. I could smell her arousal. It permeated the air with every caress of her scalp, as I washed her hair. Drying her off was almost worse. As much as I suffered through every one of those baths, I still couldn’t wait for the next.
I dropped thoughts of sinful baths and watched Sam. She was so engrossed in the book she was reading, she missed her mouth a couple of times, getting Alfredo sauce on her chin. I chuckled lightly, but she still hadn’t noticed me.
I had brought in Sam’s food earlier on a tray and she was sitting up eating, while simultaneously reading. It was the shifter romance I found in her room and purposely packed with her belongings. Quite ironic, and appropriate, I thought. I was pleased she had at least a little curiosity about the paranormal. I thought it might make things easier for her in the future.
“Can I eat with you?”