“And Tucker?” I ask, not completely sure where he fits into all of this.
“We dated…sort of. It’s mostly a show for his dad. He wants Tucker to be more responsible in other areas of his life before he gives him more responsibility at his firm. That doesn’t mean that we didn’t sleep together—we did. But we haven’t been together in that way since before I met you. I just don’t feel that way about him.”
Well, I guess that’s a relief, besides the part where they ever slept together. We’re both silent for a minute, not knowing what else to say.
“So, what does this mean for us?” I ask the only question I have left.
“What do you mean, us?”
“I mean, are you gonna be my girl, Mollie Mabey?”
“Your girl?” She laughs. “I don’t know, Cam. You live here. I live in San Fran. We don’t even know each other.”
“So, let’s get to know each other so we can stop fucking using that excuse. Listen, I’ve been with a lot of women. And I mean a lot,” I stress, but Mollie arches a brow and holds up her hand to stop me.
“I get it.”
“Anyway,” I say and then clear my throat. “The point is, we had chemistry right off the bat. You’re the one girl I didn’t want to leave the next morning. And when I saw you in the lobby, my gut reaction was to be glad that you were back. And the more time I spend with you, the more I fucking want you.”
I put my palm on her exposed knee, rubbing in small circles.
“Give us a chance,” I say, my voice thick with lust at one touch of her smooth skin. At one look at the way her dress has ridden up her thighs and the way it hugs her rounded middle.
“How?” she whispers.
“I don’t know. I’ll come down on weekends and court your ass. Hard.”
Mollie laughs, and I decide that I want to hear more of that. No more tears.
“You’d do that?” she asks doubtfully. “Because I have to stay there. My doctor is there. My insurance is about to lapse. I have to find a real fucking job,” she says, rolling her eyes, listing things off on her fingers.
“I’ll probably try to convince you to come live with me in River’s Edge every chance I get,” I warn. “But yes, I will. And, I’ll add you to my insurance.”
My palm skates up her thighs, and I pause when it lands right below her belly.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, tilting my head to meet her gaze. She nods wordlessly, and her breath hitches when I make contact. It’s firmer than I expected—a perfect little baby belly. It’s surreal, knowing something that came from me is inside her, that my hands are touching the result of our night full of fun and fucking. I don’t know what kind of man it makes me to be turned on by the thought of putting a baby inside her, but that’s exactly what’s happening.
“You know one good part about being pregnant?” I ask, my hand dipping between her thighs, rubbing her pussy through her clothes.
“What?” she asks, already breathless.
“I can come inside you, all I want.” And fuck, I want to. Need to. All night long, as long as she’ll let me.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” she says, but her eyes are closed in ecstasy, and she rocks into my touch.
“I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had,” I counter, “and I think you want it, too.”
Mollie spreads her legs further apart, giving me better access.
“Is that a yes?” I slip my hand beneath her underwear, sliding it through her already wet lips. “Your pussy seems to think so.”
How did we get here? Twenty minutes ago, I was crying about Cam and how he treated me, and now, his hand is between my thighs as he tells me that he wants to be with me. My heart says be careful, my head says impossible, but my body…my body is screaming at me to let Cam show it magic again. Because that night with him was pure magic.
I know we should take it slow, but what’s t
he point? I’m pregnant with his child. The damage is done. If I’m going to sleep with someone, it might as well be the father of my unborn child.
Cam sees the moment I decide, and he gently lays me down on the bed. My pulse is jumping in my neck, my heartbeat erratic. Cam takes two fingers and drags them from my collarbone to my cleavage before sliding one side of my wrap dress open, exposing one of my breasts through thin, black lace. Cam lifts that, too, then swirls his thumb around the puckered tip.