Page 242 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

Oh, that was a low blow and a definite game changer. Glaring while chewing meant I made funny faces which Matt openly chuckled over. We were doing our own thing and it felt as if we’d stepped back in time to the early days of our relationship. The only two differences were the fact we weren’t having a clandestine affair this time around, and we were actually communicating with each other. Not to brag but we were doing a damned good job of it too. In a way it was slightly depressing. This was how thingsshouldhave been when we first started our relationship. I enjoyed Matt’s company, loved spending time with him, but most of all I didn’t feel the need to hide my true emotions from him and I knew he was doing his best to be honest with me. I wished we had done it right the first time around. My internal organs were subjected to a sudden beat down.

“Over active?” Matt said with a tender smile when I grimaced and rubbed the side of my stomach.

“And my back is killing me,” I added thoughtlessly.

This led to our dinner turning into a heated discussion over Matt’s belief I was pushing myself too hard. After eating, he helped me load the dishwasher and I mentioned how late it was.

“I’ll give you a back rub before I leave then,” Matt offered as I herded him out my kitchen.

“You don’t have to do that.” I gently pushed him down the hallway. It was getting late and we both needed our rest.

Matt turned around when we entered the living room and nabbed my hands. Now it was him leading me around. He ignored my half-hearted rumblings and walked us over to the couch.

“It is pretty late.” I reminded him then crumbled under the weight of his piercing gaze and my own guilty desires. “You could stay over,” The last time he stayed over, we had fallen asleep on the couch and I had suffered a crick in my neck that whole day, not to mention the numbness down my right side. I chewed my mouth. “If you wanted to. You don’t have to. I’m sure you’ll probably need to be up early anyway.”

I could see him thinking it over before he smiled and said, “I should be allowed to go in late to the office, it is my own damned company,”

“And Adam’s too,” I piped in, returning his smile with one of my own.

“And you’re cute when you babble, cute and irresistible,” he murmured.

I blushed under my dark skin and fished for more compliments. “I’m fat, Matt, just be honest.”

Matt tugged me closer. “You’re pregnant not fat, and beautiful.”

“Very beautiful?” I blinked coquettishly and he laughed for a moment.

“Yes,” he agreed, his laughter tapering off. “I should get going, shouldn’t I?” Matt let out a wry snort when I gave him an energetic nod. “Promise me you’ll stay off the internet,” he said as his hands slid up and down my arms.

“I need to update some stuff on the website and our social network pages. I’ve not tweeted in forever, Gloria’s been handling them all. I don’t even know what she’s been putting on the Instagram page.”

Matt’s hands landed on my shoulders and some firm kneading took place, I groaned in appreciation when one of his hand slipped across the back of my neck to deliver the same treatment.

“Promise me you won’t go on those forums,” He was being much more specific now. “It will only upset you.”

I nodded in agreement. “They called you a race traitor.”

Matt’s face twisted into a mask of mock horror. “Oh dear God! Are you not a human? Or am I non-human? This is terribly confusing. Are you from outer space, poppet? I could’ve sworn we were both human beings.”

I allowed a tiny smile at his silliness but soon got serious. “Some of the things are terrible, downright disgusting. How can people be socruel, Matt? They don’t know anything about us. There was one poster who said our babies were a sick abomination. That racial mixing should be banned. That miscegenation is evil. Seriously. Who still uses words like miscegenation? Who says things like that?”

“Unhinged people, that’s who.” Matt bent his head and his lips grazed my right temple. “Don’t let the views and opinions of people who don’t matter to us affect you. It’s a waste of your time and energy,” His lips wandered down my cheek. “And it will stress me out knowing you’re stressed out. I’m under enough stress as it is with work,” He kissed the edge of my mouth. “You don’t want to cause me more stress, do you?” The deep, sensual drawl he used as he teased me seemed to have a direct link to my nipples.

“No.” It was all I could manage to say while I battled with a surge of sexual desire. Matt wouldn’t do me, and the thought of masturbating squidged me out. It was ridiculous, but I feared they would somehowknowwhat I was thinking while doing it. Matt wasn’t the only one with hang ups about pregnancy sex now.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asked, this time he kissed about half of my mouth.

“Do you want to stay?” I asked back.

“I want you to want me to stay.” he replied.

“I want you to stay.” Honesty was the best policy. Admitting I wanted him here was the sort of vulnerability I would’ve avoided in the early days of our relationship, perhaps during our marriage also. See? I was all grown up now.

“Good,” Matt kissed me full on the lips then said, “Because I want to stay.” He kissed me again, much longer this time. “But no funny business. One backrub then bed.”

I grabbed his cheeks and planted a big, loud, wet smooch on his mouth. “Whatever you say, Mr Bradley. I don’t care as long as my back gets rubbed.”

“We can snog all you want,” Matt quickly added. “I quite fancy our snogging sessions.”

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