I feel his body tense up underneath me. “We’re going to work out. Get that in your head right now. Don’t start second guessing us, when we’ve just begun.”
“Okay, but what if I don’t want any more kids after this?” I place my hand on my stomach and pray this won’t be a deal breaker for him.
“Then I guess I’d be blessed with two kids instead of more, but don’t count out having more kids yet. Let me show you how a real man treats a woman and her kids before you make up your mind.”
I want to laugh at him. It’s not having an absent father that would make me not want more kids, although it certainly doesn’t help. It’s the pregnancy and childbirth itself.
“Promise me, Delilah,” he orders.
Removing myself from his lap, I roll onto my back and look up at his handsome face. I can see the determination in his piercing eyes as he wills me to promise him. “I promise, but I want you to promise me something as well.”
“Whatever you want,” he shoots back.
Taking his hand in mine, I look at it while I play with his fingers, unable to meet his eyes when I speak. “If you lose interest in me, Beck, the baby, or all three of us, please let me know before it’s too late.”
“It won’t happen, but if it does, I promise to let you know.” He lets me play with his fingers for a few moments before he speaks again. “Are you feeling better? Enough to go back outside?”
“I think so, but I need to stay away from the smell of food until I get over the queasiness.”
Cocking his head to the side, he asks. “Did you feel like this with your first pregnancy?”
“I wasn’t sick for a day of it, but from what I’ve read, they’re all different. The only reason I knew I was pregnant with Beck was because I didn’t have my period for two months.”
“Maybe I should read a book, so I know what to expect. I’m new to all of this. When my mom, was pregnant with Molly, I was young and don’t remember a whole lot about it.”
He needs to shut up before I make him stay in here with me while he has a yard full of guests. How is this man so damn perfect?
There’s a soft knock on the door before my mom peeks in. “The food’s here and everyone’s waiting on you to come out before they start eating.”
“We’ll be right out,” I say as I sit up on the bed. Once she leaves, I get up on my knees and kiss Max’s cheek, realizing I didn’t brush my teeth after throwing up. “Thanks for coming in here to check up on me and easing my mind once again. I can’t wait for our date tomorrow.”
“I wish we didn’t have the whole team here with their parents right now, but I’ll have to settle for some alone time with you tomorrow.” He dips down and I think he’s going to kiss me again, but turns his head and kisses the corner of my mouth. Raising his head, his eyes lock onto mine. “Hopefully we can redo the end of our kiss and more. Tomorrow.”
11
Max
Ryder,Delilah’s dad, stares at me from across the room as he says something to Delilah. He’s been glaring at me all morning as if he knows what I have planned for his daughter once he leaves. He wouldn’t be wrong, but damn, I’ve never had a dad know my intentions before.
“Bye, guys, have fun and good luck,” Delilah says as she waves them off and closes the front door.
She turns to me, her dark hair fanning out behind her, and places her hands on her hips. “What’s with you and my dad?”
I lick my lips, wanting my hands on those lush hips of hers. I’ve been dying to sink my fingers into her supple flesh while inside of her.
Her pink lips form an ‘O’ before she starts to walk toward me. The sway of her hips hypnotizes me, making me unable to look at anything else until she’s standing right in front of me. Only then do I lift my gaze to her face.
“Are you saying my dad caught you looking at me that way?” Her creamy skin pinks up at the notion.
My hands grip her by the waist and pull her between my legs. Her hands come to my shoulders. “If I had to guess, I’d say yes. It’s not my fault you’re too enticing not to stare at and daydream about.”
“You sure do know how to flatter a woman, Mr. Black.” She takes me in as she stands before me. One hand moves slowly to play with the hair at the nape of my neck.
Never has a woman’s touch made me as hard as I am in this moment, and it’s innocent as all hell.
“Maybe you’ll let me use my mouth in other ways. Perhaps we can recreate our first kiss without you running off on me,” I say before I pull her down on top of me, and she straddles my lap.
She looks away from me before she says. “You mean get sick.”