“How much I want to say what I know you want to hear.”
My heart swells. This is big for Holly. I don’t know if she’ll actually do it, but that was good enough for me. I go out on a limb anyway.
“If you can’t say it loud, whisper it.”
“Jaxon…”
“I’ve got you.” I thumb away the tear that spills, and she closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath before looking at me again. She’s so fucking beautiful in the soft glow of the lamplight right now that I don’t hesitate to memorize every bit of her.
“I love you…” she whispers so low, I almost don’t hear it. A slow smile pulls my lips so wide, my cheeks feel like they’re splitting.
“I heard that, Sweetheart.” I brush away another tear, watching as her eyes dart around my face. I bend in and tenderly press my lips to hers once, twice, then before they press a third time, I whisper back, “I love you too.”
A soft sigh rushes from her as her lips touch mine, the movement so small, but I felt her seek me out, and my heart jumps out of my chest as I fight the urge to pump my fist in the air in victory. She’s mine. All mine. And I’m never fucking letting her go.
She shudders and pulls back, even though I’m kind of intent on making love to her again.
“There’s more I need to talk to you about.”
“How about after another orgasm or two?”
Chapter 31
Holly
I’m spent. This man is a beast in the bedroom, and my guts have totally been rearranged. Mission accomplished. Well-fucking-done. Now, I have to pull my big-girl britches up and tell him what I suspect.
I roll toward Jaxon, biting my lip nervously while watching all his muscles bunch and flex from exertion as he catches his breath. I can do this.
“So, um…”
“Yeah?” he pants in question, turning his gorgeous green eyes my way.
“Shit…” I fumble for words and look down at my fingers as I fidget and fight the urge to bite a nail.
“Hey. What’s going on?”
“I haven’t started yet…”
“Haven’t started what yet?” He tilts his head in confusion, his brain still struggling to come back online after so much sex. Good sex. Great sex. What am I saying? Phenomenal, life-altering sex. His finger brushes along my nipple, and I hiss at thesudden sensitivity. His brows slam together like he’s surprised at my reaction.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, they’re just temperamental today.”
“Holly…”
“I–” I stammer, unable to just say the words. His eyes bounce around my face in curious apprehension as he waits for words that I’m terrified are going to change everything. He said he loves me, but he didn’t sign up for a baby right this second.
“I’m late. I should have gotten my period by now. I didn’t miss any pills. I wasn’t terribly late taking any. I don’t know. I’m kind of freaking out, and I didn’t know how to tell you, and with the puking and now my boobs–I think I know what it’s going to say. I know you didn’t sign up for this. I’ll understand if–” I know I’m rambling as an array of surprise and who knows what flitters across his features. He pulls back his covers, jumping out of bed to pull on his pants…Fuck, he’s running. Fear and disappointment well in me, tearing at my heart. “I’m sorry.”
This grabs his attention. He stops zipping his pants and looks up at me. His features soften.
“Holly…no. Oh no. Don’t cry.”
“You’re leaving,” I stutter out on a half-broken sob. He crawls back onto the bed, reaching for my face with a reassuring kiss to my forehead.
“I’m just going to get a test.”