Halfway Out Of Love Novel – or deep enough. It has to be something hormonal…the pregnancy. How am I going to tell him? His thickness gives a slight twitch as I shift to slide off of him. I relax back into the crook of his arm, resting my head against his chest. I melt into the warmth of his body and inhale deeply, breathing in his strong scent.
Just being in his presence again has completely overwhelmed me and I can’t seem to get a grip. It’s hard to believe that this undeniably charming man is really mine. “That was…” he breathes out heavily, still recovering from me practically mauling him. ” Every time with you has been like a fuckin’ dream, but that…that took it to a whole new level,” he grins in obvious enjoyment.
His fingers make a smooth trail up my arm and my body shivers at the gentle contact. “I missed you,” I whisper against his chest as I curl in deeper. “Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I missed you,” his voice drops low against my ear and I know he means every word. “Kane,” his name comes out barely above a whisper. “Hmmm,” he breathes out. “There’s something I need to tell you,” I start as his eyelids pop open and his eyebrows pinch in question.
“What is it, sweetheart? You know you can tell me anything,” his voice is soft and it gives me a glimmer of hope. I bite my lip and swallow hard, trying to find the right words. “I know. I’m just a little nervous,” I admit truthfully. “Well, now you’re going to have to tell me something, because I can’t imagine why you would ever be afraid to tell me anything,” he replies taking a harder tone. I push out a deep breath and let my head fall back down on his chest. My finger moves over his skin, tracing the black ink.
He clears his throat and I know that it’s my warning that his patience is running thin. “I’m pregnant…” I finally breathe out the words and my teeth clamp down on my bottom lip. His body tenses beside me and he immediately shifts, lifting off the bed in one quick movement. His bare frame paces beside the bed and I watch his skin tighten as his back and shoulders flex. He’s too quiet. His eyes burn dark when he finally stops moving and looks back at me. It reminds me of when he flew into a rage and beat up a random drunk guy who decided to grab my butt during bike week.
It’s unnerving and almost scary. “Are you kidding me right now?” the words tear from his chest as his body vibrates. Okay…not really the reaction I had hoped for. “Did you do this on purpose?” he questions roughly. I feel my eyes widen in shock. Ryder’s words from yesterday suddenly echo in my brain. He can’t be serious. What could I possibly have to gain from doing this? As I lift to sit, I pull the blanket up around my chest, suddenly feeling completely exposed.