First Crush, My Forever

Chapter 105

  Dani tilts her head back, eyes flicking up to mine. "You know what's really unfair?"

  I glance down at her. "What's that?"

  Her lips curve slowly, like she's already thinking something she shouldn't say. "How damn good you look standing here being all domestic. Putting our baby's picture on the fridge like it's the most important thing in the world. It's..." she trails off, voice dropping, "a real problem for me."

  I raise a brow, trying not to smile. "A problem, huh?"

  "Mhm." Her fingers trace over my stomach, then lower, just enough to make me catch my breath. "You're over here being a hot mom and I'm supposed to keep my hands to myself? Not happening."

  "Dani," I warn, even though I don't mean it.

  She laughs, soft and low. "Don't 'Dani' me. You have no idea how much you turn me on when you're like this. It's not even fair, Tay."

  I swallow hard, already feeling her warmth through her touch. "You realize we still have to pick up KK in a couple hours, right?"

  "Exactly," she says, grinning. "Which means we've got time."

  I shake my head, but she keeps talking, teasing, her fingers drawing light lines down my side. "You can't just stand there looking like that and expect me to behave. I'm pregnant, hormonal, and completely obsessed with you."

  Her words hit somewhere deep, and I can't fight the smile that slips out. "You're something else."

  "Maybe," she says, stepping closer until her belly presses softly against me, "but right now I want to do something else."

  I slide my hands to her hips, steadying her. "You sure this isn't just the hormones talking?"

  "Oh, it's the hormones," Dani admits, her grin widening, "but it's also because it's you." Her tone softens, sincere under all the teasing. "You're everything I need right now, Tay." Her hand moves over her belly, then slides back to my chest. "That's all I want."

  The shift in her voice pulls something in me tight. All I can do is nod, because she means it, and I feel it too.

  Dani's fingers slip under the hem of my shirt just enough to make my breath catch. "We have more than enough time for me to get exactly what I want."

  "Which is?" I ask, even though I already know.

  Her eyes lock with mine. "You. However I want you."

  Dani leans in, lips brushing my neck. "Come upstairs with me," she whispers. "Please."

  And just like that, I'm gone.

  I lace my fingers through hers and let her lead me toward the stairs. She glances over her shoulder, eyes dark with a mix of mischief and something deeper. The ultrasound photo catches my eye one last time before we head up, and it hits me how wild this life is... messy, hard, perfect in its own way.

  Her laughter, light and real, drifts ahead of me as she catches me glancing at the ultrasound picture, and I follow upstairs, knowing exactly how lucky I am.

  The bedroom feels different in the daylight. Softer somehow. The sheets are still a little messy from this morning, since for a change we didn't make the bed. Sunlight spills across the bed from the partially opened curtains. Dani turns to me halfway across the room, her hands finding my shirt again.

  "You know," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "you make it really hard to focus on anything else."

  I laugh quietly. "You might have mentioned that before."

  "Because it's true." She slides her hands up my chest, fingers tracing the edge of my collarbone. "You take care of me, take care of KK, take care of our baby, and I swear I can feel it right here." She presses a hand to her heart, eyes soft. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

  I tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Pretty sure I'm the lucky one."

  She looks at me for a long second, that teasing edge melting into something raw. Then she leans forward, resting her head against my chest. "I just want to feel you," she whispers. "No noise, no stress. Just us."

  I nod, my voice caught somewhere in my throat. "You've got me. Always."

  Dani pulls back and there is hunger written all over her face. Her breath is shaky. She bites her lip and steps into me, crowding me against the wall without hitting me hard. Her lips crash into mine with a need that rolls straight through me. A rough sound leaves my throat and I bury my hands in her hair. She moans into my mouth, low and desperate.

  Her hands roam everywhere. Not frantic. Just hungry. She drags her nails over my sides and pulls my bottom lip into her mouth, teeth scraping just enough to make my knees weak.

  She kisses down my jaw, breathing hard. "I can't get enough of you, Tay." Her voice cracks a little. Not from pain. From emotion and how badly she wants me.

  I feel her belly brush me when she leans in, round and warm between us. It hits me in a way that makes my chest tighten. She doesn't hide it. She doesn't slow down. She just adjusts her stance so she is balanced and still right up against me.

  She lifts her head and her eyes lock on mine. They are dark. Wanting. "All day," she whispers. "I've wanted this all day."

  I grab her face and pull her back into a kiss that steals both our breath. Her hands slide under my shirt, fingers trembling.

  "Then take it," I tell her.

  That does something to her. She grabs my wrist and pulls me toward the bed. She does not rush. She moves with purpose, like she knows her limits but she still wants to lead every second.

  She sits on the edge of the mattress and keeps hold of my wrist. She looks up at me like she is starving and I am right in front of her. Her thighs press around my hips and she lets out a quiet, shaky breath, like just having me close is enough to push her right to the edge. Her hands slide up the backs of my thighs and settle on my hips. Her breath shudders. "Take this off," she says, her fingers brushing my waistband.

  I lift my shirt over my head and toss it aside. Her eyes drag over me like she is memorizing every inch. She presses her face to my stomach again and wraps her arms around my waist. Her belly rests against me when she leans in and it feels real and intimate in a way that hits deep. She leans back and lifts her own shirt. Slow. Controlled. She drops it beside her and keeps her eyes on me, chest rising and falling in quick, hungry breaths.

  "Come here," she says.

  I step between her legs and she pulls me in, keeping her belly supported but still giving me every bit of her heat and want.

  Dani lifts her head again and looks up at me like she is trying to memorize my face. Her palms slide up the sides of my thighs and settle on my hips. Her touch is firm and steady, like she is deciding exactly how she wants me. Then she pulls me closer by my hips. No hesitation. No pause. She wants me. She is done pretending she doesn't.

  "Get on the bed," she says. Her voice is low and sure. It hits hard.