Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
He squeezed it before he enveloped it with his other hand. Then he sat and patiently waited, looking at me with confident eyes tinted with emotion. “It’s okay,” he said gently. “It’s okay . . .”
My eyes started to water in fear and catharsis. “I’m—I’m pregnant.”
He inhaled a deep breath and squeezed my hand simultaneously. Then a slow smile moved over his lips and reached his eyes . . . and they filled with unshed tears. His espresso-colored eyes turned into mirrors because they became so wet and reflective. He inhaled another deep breath as his smile widened, and he squeezed my hand even harder. Two tears streaked down his cheeks.
I’d run through so many possibilities of how this conversation would go, but I’d never suspected this could be one of them. I felt my own tears burn my eyes from relief and happiness . . . and love.
He released my hand to wipe away his tears. He sniffed and blinked and swallowed back the emotion he’d let escape to the surface. “I’ve never felt this happy in my whole life.” His hand went back to mine, and he looked at me again.
All that fear about telling him . . . was for nothing. I felt stupid keeping this secret. Felt stupid for keeping it for weeks, for stressing myself out until my hair started to fall out, afraid that I was going to lose him over this. “That’s what’s been on my mind all this time. I was just too afraid to tell you.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t want you to think I did it on purpose. I’ve never missed a pill. I don’t know what happened. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to trap you or something.”
“Why would I think that?” His eyes remained emotional, but his voice sounded calm, as usual.
“I—I don’t know. We’ve only been together for a couple months.”
“But we have a lot of sex.” Then he grinned widely. “A lot.”
A laugh escaped my chest, a laugh I hadn’t felt in a long time.
“And even if you did, I couldn’t care less.”
“What?”
“Trap me, I don’t care,” he said. “I’ve wanted to be trapped by you since the moment we met. Fine by me.” His signature smile came through and reached his eyes, so confident in his happiness, so calm in his aura. His fingers started to caress mine, being the gentlest with me he’d ever been. “I don’t care if it was unplanned, I don’t care if it’s been just a few months, this feels right. It feels right because it’s you—because it’s us.”
Constantine undressed me slowly before he guided me to the bed. Stripped off his T-shirt and jeans and his boxers before he moved on top of me. Instead of bending me into place and taking me with enthusiasm, he kissed my belly.
Kissed it like it was distended and swollen with life.
Kissed my belly button and my hips, right at the bottom of my rib cage, everywhere. His hands felt me, his rough fingertips brushing over the smooth skin. He moved down between my thighs and kissed the flesh before he kissed the area where I wanted to feel his lips most. He gave me his full attention and his tongue, and he sucked my body into his mouth to taste.
Then he moved back over me, back to my stomach, worshipping it once again like it was what turned him on the most. I hadn’t changed at all anatomically, but it made him a whole different lover.
My fingers dug into his hair, and I watched him kiss me, like he wanted to feel a heartbeat against his lips. I’d thought this would make him love me less, but it seemed to make him love me more.
When he finally had his fill, he moved up my body until our eyes were level. His eyes smoldered for me like I was the hottest woman in the bar whom he’d taken home for the night. He started to separate my thighs as he nestled between the soft flesh, eyes on me all the while, sliding his hand into my hair before he kissed me. Once and then twice, kissing different parts of my mouth before my jawline.
Then he guided himself inside me and started to sink, releasing a quiet moan when he felt me for at least the hundredth time. He didn’t pin my legs back like he normally did, letting my knees hug his torso while my ankles locked together at the small of his back.
He thrust within me, long and sure strokes, an even pace that wasn’t quick or slow. With his hand deep in my hair, he kissed me, our breaths growing together as we felt each other, as my nails dragged down his back and his tongue delved into my mouth.
I had no doubt that Constantine was honest with me, that he was happy rather than disappointed. Because he might be able to put on a show during a conversation, but he wouldn’t have been able to make love like this. To come so close to me I could feel our souls touch, to look me in the eye like that with an endless sea of love. To touch me so gently because he thought I might break.