Chapter Fourteen
Jack
I bring a ragged Taylor back to her hotel room.
While she showers and changes into comfortable clothes, I sit in the foyer and wait, fiddling on my phone.
She returns to the outer room in a too-large Miami Thunder jersey, looking adorably sexy in the shirt that hits mid-thigh, revealing her long, tanned legs.
Her damp hair hangs to her shoulders and though she’s still pale, she’s strikingly beautiful when she gives me a small smile.
I’m glad she looks better. “I should have thought twice before taking you to a restaurant with such distinct food smells, but I’m a novice at this pregnancy and baby thing.” I wince at the results. “I guess I need to get up to speed and fast.”
She laughs at that. “I’m no expert either. I should have realized it wasn’t a good idea. It’s just that I was feeling well and looking forward to dinner. It hit me the minute we stepped through the door.” Tucking her hair behind her ear, she walks to the bed and sits, curling her legs beneath her.
“Feel better?” I ask.
“Yes. I’m just sorry I ruined our dinner plans.”
I shake my head. “Don’t apologize. There’s no need. Now, are you hungry? Able to keep something down?” I’d like to get food into her, even if it’s a small meal.
She lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “Toast and jelly, maybe?”
I lift the phone receiver and hit the button for room service, asking to have toast and jelly, and decaffeinated tea brought up.
For me, I order a hamburger, figuring I can eat quickly and get rid of the tray before food smells upset Taylor’s stomach again.
That done, I place the phone back on the cradle.
“Thank you,” she says with a warm smile.
“My pleasure. Want to watch a movie while we wait?”
She nods.
I pick up the remote and begin looking through the channels. We agree on Taken with Liam Neeson.
“Sit,” Taylor says, patting the spot on the bed beside her.
I settle in, aware I’m on the bed with the woman I desire and can’t make a move on. The movie begins and I turn to her. “Have you seen it before?”
“I have. I love it, but it also makes me anxious, at least when his daughter is kidnapped.” She feigns a shudder and I laugh.
Sure enough, about twenty minutes in, when Liam’s movie-daughter is pulled out from beneath the bed where she’s hiding, Taylor scoots across the mattress and cuddles into me.
I’m more than happy to comfort her and I wrap an arm around her, drawing her close and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
I inhale the fragrant scent of her floral shampoo, and my cock stiffens in approval.
But tonight isn’t about sex or arousal. It’s about taking care of Taylor, and that’s what I plan to do.
We watch until a knock sounds on the door. I hit pause on the remote to bring the food into the room. We eat at the small table, and Taylor seems to relish her toast. Then we return to the bedroom to finish the movie.
When the credits roll and I look over, Taylor has fallen asleep. Her lips are parted and dark lashes fan her soft skin. Reaching over, I move a strand of hair that had fallen on her cheek, then lean over to kiss her forehead. It’s time for me to leave. I’ll write a goodbye note on my way out.
“Jack?” her soft voice asks.
“It’s me.” A smile lifts my lips. “Go back to sleep.” I run my knuckles over her cheek. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Reaching out, she grasps my hand. “Don’t go. Please.”
I swallow hard. I have no problem staying over, I just want her to be awake enough to know she’s asking. “Are you sure?”
Her lashes flutter open and her hazel eyes stare up at me. “Positive.”
I nod, feeling good she wants me here. “Let me go wash up and I’ll come right back.” I walk to the bathroom and take care of what I need, then return to the bedroom. I pull off my shirt and lie down in just my jeans.
Reaching over, I turn off the light and rest one arm beneath my head.
Beside me, Taylor is back in a deep sleep.
I can see her profile, and she’s more relaxed than ever.
Smiling, I roll over and soon, I must fall asleep because when I wake up, the sun is starting to rise and brighten the room, and I’m wrapped around Taylor in the center of the bed.
Sometime during the night, we gravitated toward each other and are now cocooned together. Her breathing is steady, so I have time and I slide my hand over her belly where she’s carrying my baby. The thought explodes through my mind as if I’m hearing the news for the first time.
It’s no surprise I felt protective of Taylor last night, I was attracted to her from the first time I laid eyes on her, but now that we’re connected? What I feel is so much more than chemistry, and I’m in awe of how quickly I’m coming to care about her.
She stirs and I remove my hand, not wanting her to wake up and think I’m taking advantage. Unfortunately, her movement shoves her body more firmly against my cock, something my body is well aware of. My morning wood is stiff and pressing into her ass.
Shit.
She shifts position and my cock throbs. I’m close to coming without even trying.
“Jack?” She wriggles her ass again and I groan. “Don’t move,” I say through gritted teeth.
She halts. “Umm … how about we do something about that?” she asks in a husky voice, remaining still as she waits for me to answer.
I told myself being here was about taking care of Taylor, but she’s obviously feeling better. And this problem of mine won’t take care of itself, so I slide my hand beneath her jersey, finding soft cotton panties that are fucking drenched.
“Looks like we both have an issue.” I circle my finger over her clit, applying light pressure through her underwear and ignoring the ache in my cock.
“Jack,” she says on a whisper-moan. She rolls over so we’re facing each other, her eyes darkened with need. She slides her hand between us and rubs my dick through the denim.
I’m so damn hard, the jeans are uncomfortable.
As if reading my mind, she undoes my button and unzips the fly.
Needing to free myself, I lift my hips and slide the jeans down my legs and kick them onto the floor, taking my boxer briefs along with them.
Beside me, Taylor is pulling off her panties and jersey before turning to face me and staring at me again with parted lips.
Her soft hand wraps around my thick length and begins to slide up and down my hard shaft, squeezing at the base, pausing at the head and sliding her thumb over it.
I grit my teeth and groan. “Fuck, baby, that feels good.”
While she strokes my cock, I slip my hand between us and get to work on making her come. Slipping my fingers into her panties, I play with her clit, starting soft and testing to see what she likes, settling on slow, easy circles while pushing down at the same time.
Soon, I slide one finger inside her, doing my best to focus on how her walls squeeze me in a vise-like grip. The sensation goes straight to my cock, and my hips thrust upward at the same time she grinds down on my hand.
Our gazes are locked as we drive each other higher.
“Oh God, Jack. I’m so close!”
And I’m ready to explode. I curl my finger and she lets go, clenching around my finger, hips gyrating her pussy against my hand. Next thing I know, my balls draw up tight and I’m coming, spurting my release on her belly.