GUN IN MY HAND

CHAPTER 78: SPARKING MESSES

'Fire on fire would normally kill us

But this much desire, together, we're winners

They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners

But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms

'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me

And look in my eye

You are perfection, my only direction'

However, it had only been the first 'plan' on his list, and his deepening dimple announced nothing but trouble. I surely should have been scared, instead of finding the dark twinkles in his eyes promising. I surely should have run, instead of pulling his strong body closer.

Yet I was crazy too, and...

"Make love to me, please."

Yes, I was definitely crazy, and I realized it with a cold shiver as Blade jumped away from me, almost hitting his head on the car roof before leaning back of another foot, and without the cover of his body, I felt incredibly naked. Though the most worrying was that even his dimple had disappeared.

All of that because of four little words. I should have really been more careful about them, once again. I hadn't thought, and they had just shot straight from my heart. Yet it had been too fast for him.

It was so easy to forget when he was showering me with care and 'I love yous', but less than six months ago, this same man hadn't even wanted to talk about dates. He wasn't used to 'make love'. He fucked, and I'd just crashed at full speed.

Now, everything was hanging at the line of his lips, which he was biting on: my breath, my heart, and my words.

"I m-mean fuc–"

"Shooting star, believe me, making love to you is on top of my list." The words rolled out so easily through his clenching jaw, and the contrast had my heart tottering, like his gaze that dived into mine and closed the distance just with his piercing intensity, while the rest of his body sat back the farthest from me he could in the narrow compartment, leaving me even more lost.

At least, until he added, "But I don't think it's safe with the baby."

At this instant, my heart didn't hesitate, melting completely with so much love and... desire.

There was something so incredibly enticing about the way this tall and strong man, always so unaffected, was holding back, all his muscles strained from his shoulders to the bulge at his pants, to make sure this little being was safe.

To understand, you had to see it, to feel the contrast of his pensive glances warming my stomach and the flickers of his gaze, drifting around the rest of my body before he shook his head, looking down at his fists.

"Blade," I called softly, sitting up and trying to catch his eyes in all these back and forths. "You don't have to worry. This little badass is strong, and as long as we don't put pressure on the stomach, it's totally safe. I think you've read the pregnancy books enough to know."

My playful tone finally pulled his attention, his gaze going back to the hand over my stomach before climbing up to my smile, and this time, it wasn't just a glance. He took his sweet time, enough to raise the goosebumps on my skin and the corners of his smirk, and both made me take in how naked I was.