Chapter 25 Donovan
DONOVAN
Imessed up.
When I offered—more like demanded—for Emily to stay with me, I completely forgot that I only had one bedroom.
The other was currently being used as my home office.
So now I had all of my six foot, three inches crammed into the couch in my living room.
It wasn’t a big, oversized sectional either.
Nor had I sprung for one with the pull-out bed.
No, it was one of those small sofas made for apartment living, and I had to sleep with my knees tucked practically to my chest. But I’d take that over Emily sleeping out here, which was what she'd proposed. There was no way I’d let the mother of my child sleep on a couch when there was a perfectly good bed available.
When I told her as much, her eyes flared with heat and her lids lowered in a sultry expression.
It had been happening more and more lately.
Every time I let my protective instincts roar to life or did something to ensure her comfort, she gave me that look.
It made me want to tie her to my bed and make her scream my name until her voice was hoarse.
And wasn’t that just the crux of our situation?
I wanted to make her mine in every way, but I couldn’t figure out a way to have her and still get what I wanted.
I’d have to settle for raising a child with her, though I still wasn’t sure how we would make it work.
But I was determined to be a good dad, a present dad.
If that meant flying back and forth a couple times a month or spending every vacation I had here, I would do it.
Even if I had to keep a house here or stay with Emily knowing she would never fully be mine, I’d do it.
A sickening feeling hit me square in the gut, a possibility I hadn’t considered. What if she met someone and fell in love? What if I had to watch another man get to have the home and family with her that I couldn’t, to be the full-time father figure I should be?
“Fuck,” I gritted out, swinging my legs off the side of the couch and sitting up.
I buried my face in my hands and shook my head.
What was I going to do? Dragging a hand down my face, I froze when I heard it.
A strangled groan came from down the hall.
I stood, instantly on alert. It was quiet for a moment before a pitiful whimper sounded from the direction of my bedroom.
I rushed to my bedroom with nothing but the moonlight streaming in through the windows to light my way.
Emily was in pain, and I needed to get to her fast. I stepped into the room and went to her bedside, clicking on the lamp.
To my surprise, her eyes were closed. She was still asleep, but she writhed restlessly on the bed.
“Emily,” I said softly, trying not to scare her. Her brow furrowed, but she didn’t wake. Sinking down onto the bed next to her, I gently placed a hand on her shoulder and repeated her name. She let out a soft moan, and I noticed for the first time her skin was flushed. Either she was sick or—
Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped.
“Donovan,” she breathed, and the sound had my dick stirring to life.
She glanced around the room and sat up, the blanket slipping from her chest and pooling at her waist. Before I could stop myself, my gaze fell to her breasts, the thin cami she wore doing little to hide the way her nipples drew into tight peaks.
I licked my lips, remembering how they tasted.
I cleared my throat and asked, “Are-are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she answered quickly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You were moaning in pain. I thought something was wrong.”
She glanced away sheepishly, the blush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest.
“I wasn’t moaning because I was in pain,” she admitted, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. I was mesmerized by the sight. I wanted to free that lip and put it to better use.
“Why were you moaning then?” I asked, my voice low and husky.
“It’s the pregnancy hormones. I’ve been having these dreams,” she began, then hesitated.
“What kind of dreams?” I prompted.
“The kind where I don’t have to take care of my needs all by myself,” she admitted, dragging her gaze back to mine.
The gold flecks in those hazel eyes burned with desire, and all the blood rushed to my cock as I finally grasped her meaning.
“I have some help,” she added, her focus dropping to my mouth.
“Who?” I implored, needing to hear her say it.
“You.”
My lips crashed down on hers, my hand going to her nape so I could deepen the kiss. Throwing off her covers, I climbed over her and settled my hips between her legs. She moaned as my erection brushed against her pussy.
“Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”
“It’s more than okay,” she replied, rubbing herself up and down my length through her thin cotton shorts.
“Need you inside me,” she said, and I was all too happy to oblige.
I ripped my shirt over my head and tore my pants down my legs.
She sat up on her elbows, watching me undress like a lioness stalking her next meal.
Then it was her turn to get naked. I had her shorts and tank off in record time.
I didn’t give myself a chance to think about what this meant or consider the repercussions.
I simply dove in.