Page 54 of Reticent

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” His tortured words in my ear tug at my heart.

I turn my head, and we kiss over my shoulder, intertwining our tongues.

He fucks me harder, and I tear away from his kiss, crying out. The pads of his fingers find my clit, and my entire body tightens as he stiffens.

“It’s hard not to come,” he growls, his voice tight as he tries to restrain himself.

“I’m close.”

“Oh, thank fucking God.” He picks up the pace as my orgasm peaks and euphoria washes over me. He erupts inside of me, fucking me balls-deep until he’s empty and I’m full.

“Goddamn,” he breathes against my neck. Tightening his hold on me, he doesn’t pull out.

I’m not sure what happens next, and for once, I don’t overthink it. I want to stay like this, in his arms with him inside of me. Unfortunately, my bladder won’t play along. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I eventually say.

I’m not even sure he’s awake until he slips out of me and lifts his arm from my waist. I climb out of bed, a little clumsy on my feet. I look back at Hunter, lying on his back with his arms behind his head, watching me with piercing blue eyes and a lazy smile. He’s so beautiful, the hard lines of his body, his messy black hair, and that dick. I can’t believe he’s mine—for the night, at least.

“Round two?” he asks. I narrow my gaze at him. He laughs. “Can’t blame me for asking.”

I shake my head and turn away with a stupid grin.

When I return to the bedroom, the lights are out. Hunter’s under the covers with the bedding on my side pulled back. I climb into bed and nuzzle against him with my back to his front. My heart melts a little when he pulls the blankets over us and rests his hand on my pregnant belly.

“Good night, Yasmine.”

“Good night, Hunter,” I say with a blissful smile on my lips that I’m glad he can’t see.

Chapter Twenty-Two

The next afternoon, Hunter and I are at the mall. He carries our shopping bags while I hold the essentials—a frozen lemonade and a bag of pretzel bites. We spent an hour shopping for the baby. It’s a scorching seventy-two degrees outside. I’m a walking sauna who looks like the sun in a yellow maxi dress that clings to my enormous belly.

Hunter looks like he always does—smoke-show hot—wearing a short-sleeve linen button-down and a pair of chinos that highlight his athletic body.

“We should head out,” he says as we exit another store. “I’ll need to make a stop before we meet my mother for brunch.”

“Okay. But I have to pee first. Again.”

Hunter slides his arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head. “You poor thing.”

He waits outside of the restroom with my snacks while I relieve myself. When I come out, I finish what’s left of my lemonade, knowing I’ll have to pee again within the hour.

We head to the parking lot, and I settle into the passenger seat of Hunter’s Bentley while he loads the back with our shopping bags. I keep the door open for a breeze that never comes. Hunter closes my door before sliding behind the wheel. As soon as he starts the car, he turns the AC on full blast. I sigh at the relief it brings and sink my teeth into a pretzel bite. Hunter reaches over to the bag in my lap and tries to pull one out.

I swat his hand away. “Hands on the wheel.”

“I can’t have one?”

“Fine. But only because you bought them.” I hold out a pretzel bite for him to take. He leans over and latches on to it with his pretty white teeth. I grin stupidly. “I’m feeding you now?”

“You said hands on the wheel.” The smile he gives me is heart-stopping.

Lauren Hill and D’Angelo’s classic duet “Nothing Even Matters” starts to play on the radio. It’s a great song. The perfect song to end the weekend with an amazing guy.

A guy I’m falling in love with.

“What’s on your mind?” Hunter asks, taking his eyes off the road to look over at me.

“I’m fine.” I give him an assuring smile, averting my gaze to the passenger window. It’s only then that I allow my smile to fall when I know he can’t see me.