Page 51 of Accidentally Falling
“Feel free to take a minute before heading out, and congratulations again.”
Handing the pictures to Jude, she makes her exit as I grab a paper towel and wipe away some rogue gel before righting my shirt.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, a myriad of emotions crossing his face.
“It feels more real.”
Tilting my head to the side, I point at my stomach. “It’s very real.”
“I know and you’re sexy as hell, but”—he holds up the picture—“that’s our baby. Ourdaughter.I just?—”
He closes the distance between us, cupping my face in his hands as he tilts my mouth up to meet his. The kiss is demanding, so much of what he couldn’t say being poured into every swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth.
It’s heaven and I missed this.
Missed him.
Because Jude Rhodes isn’t the kind of man that just fades into the background, at least not for me.
He’s addicting in a way that’s not just physical. I crave his strength and his calm and the way hewantsto take care of me.
It would be so easy to fall for him.
But I don’t want it to be because we accidentally got pregnant.
I want it to be for real.
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JUDE
“Ithink we should move in together.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear that with you still inside me. What?” Arden deadpans, her chest heaving, her tits round and full, her hair falling over her shoulders. She’s fucking gorgeous, her belly growing every day right along with our little girl.
I didn’t mean to bring it up quite like this, but there’s no way I’m taking it back either.
“I think we should move in together.”
“Jude, we are not,” she huffs when I grab her hips and hold her on top of me, her efforts to get off my lap thwarted, “moving in together just because of the baby.”
“Okay, how about because we’re really good together and I’m over here more than I am at my house anyway.”
“That isnotwhy you move in with someone.”
“Yeah, but if I tell you how much I care about you and want to move our relationship forward, you’re going to freak out.”
“I am not,” she says even as she wiggles on top of me, a mess now covering us both.
“Stop that,” I grunt, hating the stickiness that’s all over my thigh.
“You stop that.”
“Arden, seriously, what is the matter with you?” Growling, I move us to the side of the bed where I can swing my legs over and push myself to stand with her in my arms.
“You move in with someone you’re in love with, and there’s no way you can be in love with me.”
“Says you,” I retort, walking into the bathroom and setting her on the vanity.
