I Only Have Eyes for You

Sophie’s laughter broke through his thoughts. “I can’t believe you think that a little sex is going to hurt anything.”

He couldn’t believe she was laughing at him. Or that she’d taken what had just happened between them and reduced it to practically nothing. What had happened to the quiet, mild-mannered girl he’d known for so long?

“I wouldn’t exactly call what we just did ‘a little’ sex.”

Again, her mouth curved up with laughter, but when she saw that he was serious, she said, “I feel fine, Jake.”

She clearly didn’t understand. It was his kid in there. He’d planned to put her on her hands and knees, to take her from behind so she couldn’t look at him with those big, hopeful eyes, and so he wouldn’t crush her with his weight.

But he hadn’t been able to do that. Because he had to look at her. Had to see that beautiful expression of pure joy come over her face when he came into her with nothing between them this time.

He shouldn’t have wanted to hear her say she loved him again...but he had. More than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. Even worse, looking at her lying beneath him, so open, so giving, so sweet, had made crazy things rattle around inside his head. And his chest. He’d made himself cover her mouth with his before either of them could say something they’d regret later.

And in the end he’d lost all control, taking her without any thought at all to the life she carried inside.

“I’m pretty sure sex is perfectly fine during pregnancy,” she told him in a reassuring tone.

“I’m going to ask the doctor.”

Her frown came back. “Oh no. No way. We are not doing this.” She threw back the sheets and got out of the bed, giving him a mind-blowing view of her naked curves as she bent over to pick up her clothes.

Now it was his turn to say, “What are you doing?”

He was pretty sure she didn’t remember she was completely naked as she faced him, clearly irritated. “I am not made of porcelain. I get that you’re all freaked out, that you want to control everything around you, but I absolutely will not let you control me!”

“Wait a minute.” He advanced on her. “I’m not trying to control you.”

She lowered her voice into a bad imitation of his. “Seven days, Sophie. Of course you’re moving in with me. And sex is non-negotiable as long as you keep those pillows under your knees and worry about every single thing you do all day and night from now on to keep my precious baby safe.”

He wasn’t going to laugh. But it didn’t help that she was not only the sexiest naked woman he’d ever seen, but also the cutest. Sophie had always seemed so serene, borderline submissive. But ever since the wedding, she’d been full of sparks and fire.

And it aroused the hell out of him.

Unfortunately, she saw his barely repressed laughter. “You should know, any progress you just made with me on your weeklong marriage quest has just been eradicated by that stupid smirk on your face.”

She moved to whirl away from him and into the bathroom, but he reached out to snake an arm around her waist and pull her against him, the clothes and shoes she’d been holding falling to the floor. Her breath was coming fast as she looked up at him.

“I made some progress, huh?”

She made a furious little sound, then laid both of her palms flat against his chest and shoved, hard enough that he actually fell back on the bed.

“The orgasms might have won you a few points,” she told him in a voice that could have cut through steel, “but the way you’re acting now just put you back into negative territory. Way back.”

With that, she reached into his closet, grabbed a long, blue and red striped dress shirt, gathered up yesterday’s clothes and shoes, and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door hard enough that his windows rattled.

Jake knew he should be worried about pissing her off, but the truth was he liked seeing this side of her. Not just because she was gorgeous with flushed skin and flaming eyes when she cut him down to size...but because he’d never expected her to be full of such fire.

Yet again, little Sophie Sullivan was surprising him. In—and out—of bed.

But the surprises weren’t over yet, because when he heard the shower turn off and she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she was wearing his shirt like a dress, belted around the middle, stopping at her knees, her legs bare in her heels. Her hair was wet around her shoulders and she looked as sexy as it was possible for a woman to be.

“You look beautiful.”

On a disbelieving snort, she said, “I look like a poster from the eighties. But it’s better than putting on dirty clothes.” She wrinkled her nose. “I hate that.”

“Wait a minute,” he said as he approached her, “are you saying you don’t have anything on under my shirt?”

Her eyes got big and she started backing away from him. “We should go soon. The appointment is in forty-five minutes and we still need to stop by my apartment so I can put on normal clothes.”

“Forty-five minutes?” He pretended to think about it for a moment. “That should be enough time for what I have in mind.”

A look of pure lust shot across her face. But a moment later, she had on her best librarian expression, the one that told him he was being too loud and unruly and was on the verge of being kicked out of the building if he didn’t shape up right away.

“Go shower and get dressed, Jake.” He could tell how much she wanted to look down at his boxers to see if he was aroused...which he was. Hugely. But she determinedly kept her gaze on his face. “I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen.”