Page 82 of Beautiful Killer

I let go of Sunny, and it physically hurt. Letting her go felt so damn wrong. God, maybe it would be best if I backed off, let her find someone that could be the kind of man she deserved, the kind of man that could be a father to our child.

I ignored the way that just that thought was like a knife to the gut, or how it sent the possessive monster in me into a murderous rage, and motioned for her to follow our waiter first.

I’d been a selfish idiot to think I could forget the pain I caused, even for one night. I didn’t get to take a day, a fucking hour off from it.

We took our seats and ordered our meals.

“This place is amazing,” Sunny finally said. “I’ve been craving a nice juicy steak.”

Hunter’s words from earlier moved through my mind. “You getting many of those? Cravings, I mean.” I wanted to do everything I could, give her whatever she needed to make this time good for her.

A grin teased her lips. “Besides red meat, I’ve been dreaming about potato chips . . . oh, and pickles. I always thought that was just in movies or whatever, but I looked it up and it means you’re lacking salt in your diet or something.” She grabbed a bread stick and bit into it. “And chocolate,” she added after she swallowed her mouthful. “I’m going to be the size of a house by the time this baby is ready to come out.”

She’d just be even more gorgeous. I knew that without doubt. “Anything else?” I’d do a run to get food in the morning, anything she wanted.

Her eyes darted away. “Nope,” she said, then she blushed.

What was that?I had no fucking clue about any of this, but whatever it was, if she needed it, I wanted to give it to her. “Sunny?”

She bit her lip and shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

I took her in, face flushed, eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at me. “I can see it’s not nothing, there’s definitely something.” My elbows were on the table and I leaned in. “Not much of you I haven’t seen, Sunshine. We’re having a kid, you need something, you tell me and I’ll make sure you get it.”

She shook her head again, face flushing darker.

I thought about what Hunter said, the things he wished he’d been there to give Lulu when she was having Josh.

“That I’d been there to get her whatever weird shit she craved in the middle of the night, that I was there to get her off when her hormones went fucking haywire.”

We’d covered food . . .

Fuck. Fuck.

That was it.

“Sunny,” I said, voice as low as hell. “Sunshine, you need something from me, all you gotta do is ask, and I’ll give it to you. Anything.” Maybe I couldn’t give her the future she deserved, but it was this . . . this intense heat between us that brought us together in the first place. If she needed me to get her off, I’d get her off as often as she fucking liked.

She was so red now even the tops of her breasts were flushed. She shook her head, washing me in vanilla, and I had to grit my teeth against the physical reaction that caused in me.

“No, I’m . . . I’m fine.” She wasn’t meeting my eyes again.

I was this close to calling her out, to pulling her out of her seat and into my lap . . .

I stood abruptly, surprising both of us. “I need another beer, you want anything?”

She licked her lower lip and I nearly groaned.

“No, I’m fine,” she said.

Considering mine was still half full, so was I. But I needed a minute to get my shit together.

I ordered my beer, taking longer than I needed to, then headed back and took my seat . . .

My phone rang. I checked the screen. Mom.

I hadn’t talked to her for a while and I knew if I ignored the call she’d only worry. I glanced up at Sunny. “I need to get this.”

I put it to my ear. “Ma . . .”