Page 139 of Need You To Choose Me

I wasn’t thinking.

Not when all three of the Walker boys were looking at me with those big gray eyes full of hope that tugged at my chest. There was no way I could say no to them.

But now I was paying the price.

Blake’s fingers run up and down my arm absentmindedly, making goosebumps appear on my flesh.

I peek at him, but his gaze is fixed on the screen, the light and shadow playing on the strong lines of his face and accentuating the dark stubble covering his strong jawline.

I could still feel the sharp bristles under my fingertips.

It reminded me ofthatnight.

The way his lips skimmed over my skin raising the prickles in their wake as he made me feel more alive than any man before him.

I bite the inside of my cheek, my thighs pressing together.

I was grateful for the darkness because I was pretty sure my face was beet red.

Here we were, having a movie night with his kids, no less, and I was thinking about sex with Blake? What the hell was wrong with me?

I shift in my seat, trying to alleviate the ache between my thighs, only to bump into a hard body behind me.

Shit.

“Sorr—” I start to pull back, but Blake’s faster. His free arm sneaks around my middle, and he pulls me flush against him. “Better.”

How was this better?

My heart skips a beat as my gaze darts to the kids, expecting some kind of reaction, but their attention is on the movie playing on TV, the loud sound muffling their voices.

“I don’t think I thanked you.”

Blake’s quiet words have me pulling my brows together. “Thanked me for what?”

“For jumping in yesterday. Daniel told me what happened. Thank you for being there for them.”

“You don’t have to thank me. It wasn’t a problem. I’m just glad Levi’s feeling better.”

The little guy managed to finish his soup, but in the end, he decided not to have pancakes. And there were no new trips to the bathroom, so I hoped that the worst was behind him, and he’d be back to his normal self in another day or so.

“Me too.”

Blake’s large fingers rest on my side. My shirt skims up, and his thumb slides over my naked ribs, and of course, Munchkin chooses this exact moment to kick against his palm.

“I swear that baby knows when you’re near.”

Blake hums happily, his palm sprawling over my bump. “You think?”

Another kick.

“Yup.”

“I like that.” He skims his thumb over my stomach. “Don’t worry, baby; Daddy’s here.”

The softly spoken words make my chest ache. There was so much love and affection in them.

For a while, they continue playing the game. Munchkin would kick, and Blake would rub the spot, leaving goosebumps on my skin. He seemed oblivious to the effect he had on me, and here I was, completely wired up at the slightest of touches.

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