Chapter Seventeen
Naomi sat on the sofa and waited for Joe to come back. Her mind couldn’t seem to pause at any one thought.
The fact that she found out he loved and wanted to marry her astounded her. She loved that he was excited about the baby, which made it even better. A smile crossed her face. How could two people miscommunicate so badly? She’d been so off the mark she felt stupid. But thinking back, it would have helped if she had known how he felt.
She glanced around the room. It was large but cozy. The walls were gray, and the floor was hardwood. On one wall, there was a fireplace with a TV over it. There was also a gaming table, a few other different seating arrangements, and a bar in one corner.
She’d never spent any time there, but she could see herself, the baby, and Joe spending much time in it. The house wasn’t as large as hers, but her house didn’t have the character Joe’s did. The woodwork was amazing, and the rocks that made up the fireplace looked natural.
She’d seen every room but thankfully didn’t have to clean most of them. During any downtime, she liked to relax in a room with two glass walls that faced east, so the morning sun made it warm. There was only a love seat and a table in it, but she wanted to fill the room with plants and replace what was there with comfortable wicker furniture. The room was big enough so she could do whatever she wanted. She’d ask Joe about it.
She also dreamed of having an indoor pool. She had one at her house but never used it because she was afraid Robert, her stepbrother, would find her, and he’d always scared her by the way she caught him looking at her. Thinking of her family, she needed to tell Joe about the situation. The fact that they would get married made her feel more secure, but it was going to be a hassle, getting them out of the house, selling it, and moving the things she wanted to keep to the ranch.
When Joe walked into the room, her thoughts scattered, and her body started to tingle. It felt like every nerve was electrified—it always had been.
He sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “You didn’t find a movie you wanted to watch?”
She shook her head. “No. I didn’t even try because I don’t know what kind of movies you like.”
“Oh, I can watch about anything but horror.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t either.”
“Good.” He reached for the remote and turned the large TV on. He quickly found one and then relaxed back, pulling her tighter against his body.
She couldn’t concentrate on the movie. His scent was making her panties wet and her nipples so hard her bra irritated them.
Joe kissed the side of her head. “I don’t think either of us are into it. Do you just want to go to bed?”
“Yes, please.” God, she sounded so eager it was pathetic.
“Good.” He helped her to stand. “Go up, shower, and get in bed. I’m going to lock up, and then I’ll be there.”
Naomi nodded. She kept herself from running up the stairs, but once in his—no, their —bathroom, she stripped and pulled her hair up so it wouldn’t get wet. She hurriedly bathed herself because she didn’t want him to see her naked.
She had her nightgown on and was brushing her teeth when he walked in.
He stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. The difference in their heights stood out more. Although he was much larger than her, he never made her feel scared. He only made her feel safer than she had ever felt before.
“Go on and get into bed. I’m warning you now, you’ll not be wearing anything to bed after this.”
She nodded.
He kissed the top of her head. “Good. I’ll be right in.”
She turned and walked into the bedroom, over to the farthest side, because she knew he liked to sleep closer to the door. That was easy to determine because when she changed his sheets, his side was always rumpled.
She pulled the blanket up to her chin and faced the bathroom. A few minutes later, he walked out with a towel around his hips. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, and it made her mouth water. He had so many muscles, and she wanted to explore every one of them. His top half was brown from the sun, but she noticed his legs were a bit paler because he always wore jeans.
Joe turned on the light on the nightstand before turning off the overhead one and shutting the door. He turned and walked back, nonchalantly stripped the towel off, and slid into bed. It gave her a glimpse at his cock and how hard and large it was. At first, she was nervous but then reminded herself he’d already been inside her so she could take him.
He propped himself up on his elbow and rested his head on his hand.
“Aren’t you going to turn off the light?” she asked.
He grinned and shook his head. “No, I want to explore my fiancée. I want to see the changes the baby is making.”
Her hands clutched the blanket when he started to tug it down.
“Let go, Sweetheart. Let me see you.”
She shook her head. “No. My belly…”
“Is pregnant, and I’m thrilled to know something we made is growing in you.”
He tugged again, and this time she let go. He pushed the blanket down to her knees before letting his hand slide over her. On his way up, he dragged the nightgown with him.
“Raise your arms, Sweetheart.” When she did, he pulled it the rest of the way off, tossed it over his shoulder, and let it sail to the floor.
Naomi watched the different expressions on Joe’s face. Wonder, affection, surprise, and contentment brought tears to her eyes. She reached out and let her fingertips glide over his face.
“You shaved.” She hadn’t noticed before.
“Yes. I’m always going to shave twice now because I don’t want to scratch you.”
“I love you,” she said.
He rested his hand on her taunt belly. “I love you, too. I’m so sorry it took this long to get here.”
She shook her head. “Don’t. We’re together now, and that’s all that matters.”
His fingers slid over her still flat belly, and it sent tingles up her body. She gasped when he cupped her breast and used his thumb to circle her nipple.
“Does this hurt?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. My nipples are sensitive now.”
“You tell me if you have any discomfort at all,” he said.
“I will.”
Joe continued to study her upper body and then slid his hand down her torso. His fingers slid under the waistband of her panties and cupped her cunt.
She gasped and arched. She couldn’t believe that his touch made her desire soar so quickly. She could come very easily.
Joe grinned down at her. “You’re sensitive here, too?”
Naomi nodded. “Can you…”
His smile grew. “Do you want me to finger-fuck you, Sweetheart?”
She felt her face heat with a blush, but she nodded.
One of his fingers slid into her cunt halfway. “Jesus Christ, Love. You’re so fucking juicy.”
A haze was starting to corrupt her ability to concentrate, making it hard to understand him, especially when he shoved his finger in as far as it would go. He didn’t pause but continued to shove his finger in and out of her tight cunt. With his finger being so large, it felt like a cock. When he added another one, she couldn’t hold back. She screamed and arched as waves of ecstasy hit her.
“There you go,” he said. He continued until she collapsed onto the mattress.
Her only thought was, could a person have a heart attack because of an orgasm? Her heart was pumping so fast it felt like it would burst from her chest at any moment. Fortunately, he stopped giving her time to calm down.
“Now, let’s do that again, but with my cock inside of you,” Joe said.
Oh, God. Would she survive another orgasm? She wasn’t sure but wanted him in her. She needed to feel him as close as she could be to feel whole again, and he was the only one who could do that.