He came closer, leaned down and rested his palm against my cheek, his thumb wiping away a fresh tear. I looked up at his handsome face and couldn’t fight any longer. His lips were so close, and I could smell his warm breath against my cheek.
I closed my eyes and crushed my mouth against his in a demanding kiss. At first he froze, making no motion to kiss me back, but as my tongue slid across his bottom lip, his mouth opened. The kiss was fierce, a taking of mouths.
He brought his other hand up to hold my face in both palms, but I grabbed one wrist and brought it down to my aching breast. I moaned as he squeezed gently, his thumb brushing against my hard nipple. My back arched into his touch, and then he was gone.
I whimpered my displeasure and opened my eyes to see him stepping back. I was practically panting with want, as I blinked at him in confusion. Then the fog began to clear, and I realized how right he was for stopping the kiss.
If we had continued, I would have hated myself afterward. Then I thought that maybe we could still have sex. We did the no strings thing before, why not do it again, one more time? My body was craving his touch too much to think clearly.
Then I remembered why I broke things off to begin with. My love for him was unrequited. Could I handle more heartache? My mind was spinning with too many decisions. He was right to step away.
“You’re right,” I voiced my thoughts. “We shouldn’t do that.”
“No, we shouldn’t. Not right now anyway.”
Alex wasn’t even breathing hard, and it made me realize what a fool I’d been. From our previous kiss, I assumed he might still want me, but it was obvious the attraction was not near as strong as I thought it was.
“I know what you’re thinking, and you’re wrong. I do want you, but not like this.” He ran both hands through his hair, as he stared at me intently. “I’ve read about pregnancy remember? Your hormones are out of control right now, and you don’t know what you want.”
I knew his words were dead on, and I hated him for it. My anger rose in a flash, and I blew up.
“You think you know everything! Reading a fucking book doesn’t make you an expert on pregnancy! You want to see hormones? I’ll show you hormones!”
I grabbed my book off the nightstand and threw it with all my strength right at his egotistical head. Alex stood there in shock and didn’t duck, as I thought he would. The book smacked him square in the face, falling to the floor with a thump. My mouth dropped open, and I wanted to apologize immediately, but his angry expression only fired me up more.
“Get out!” I yelled.
“I guess I was right. Your hormones are screwed up.”
A growl ripped from my throat at his mocking smile. I gasped at the frightening sound. Never had I growled before. It sounded feral, animalistic. Maybe Alex was more right than I knew. Pregnancy was making me crazy.
Alex’s smile only got bigger. “I have to run to the store. I shouldn’t be long. Maybe you will have calmed down by the time I get back.”
My glare followed him, as he left the room. I heard the door to the apartment close as he left, and I slumped against the headboard. I was such a bitch. Alex was only doing the right thing, and I tore him to pieces. I just couldn’t help it. I was so horny, and my emotions were up and down. Sometimes, it felt like every minute I was feeling something different. I needed to relax.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. That felt good, so I did it again. Then the baby kicked. Her little foot made direct contact with my bladder, again. Groaning, I sat up and reached for my crutches.
It was difficult and slow going, but I made it down the hall and into the bathroom without any problems. I was able to take care of business. However, pulling up my pants was a lot harder than pulling them down.
I leaned against the wall for support, balancing on one leg and reached for the waistband of my sweats. I had just gotten them pulled up when my foot slipped out from under me. I slid quickly, my socked foot making it impossible to find traction on the smooth tile floor. I cried out, as my butt hit the hard surface.
The door suddenly flew open. Jordan stormed through, looking wildly around, until he saw me sprawled out beneath him.
“Are you okay? What in the hell were you doing? Where’s Alex?”
His questions came at me fast, and I just shook my head, still surprised to see him after all this time. His eyebrows rose, waiting for my answers.
“Uh, I’m okay, I think, and Alex went to the store.”
“And what were you doing?”
“I had to go to the bathroom.”
He blew out a frustrated breath, bringing my attention to his pouty lips. I missed those and wanted so badly to feel them against mine again.