Frayed (Connections, #4)(119)

Sex with Ben has always been . . . well, amazing. And in the past several months my need for him has been off the charts. When we were first together I knew that what we had was different. I don’t know how I knew—I just did. And no one I was with after him had ever made me feel the way he does. Everything about him, every touch, caress, word, and whisper, makes my body come alive. It still does. And now even though my belly is swollen beyond belief as I enter my ninth month of pregnancy, I want him more than ever.

Ben doesn’t mind at all. He’s happy to indulge my every need—whether it’s a slice of triple-crusted pie from Four & Twenty Blackbirds at midnight, or my weird craving for vegetables, especially carrots with lemon juice drizzled over them, or of course my constant arousal. He likes that my breasts are bigger—a fact that amazes him on a daily basis. The Kama Sutra book has come in handy because as my body has changed, our favorite sexual positions have grown uncomfortable and some aren’t even feasible.

We’ve had to get very creative and experiment with different ways to please ourselves. We take turns picking new positions to attempt. It’s been so much fun.

After showering, I tug the towel off my head and let my hair dangle in curls, patting the water from it.

He picks up the book as I walk into the bedroom and with complete focus looks through it.

I point to one of the drawings. “That one.”

He strokes his chin. “You think? I’m not sure about the leg placement.”

I giggle and toss the book aside, throwing myself back on the mattress and bringing him with me. “Let’s make something up.”

Both of our towels come undone. “Sounds like a plan,” he growls.

It’s not an exaggeration that we have sex at least twice a day. I made the mistake of telling my new girlfriend Summer from Lamaze and I don’t think she believed me. We took a spin class together and when we went to the juice bar afterward, I told her my vagina was really sore and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to have sex tonight.

Her head snapped to mine as she rubbed her own swollen belly. “You’re still having sex?” She went on to say, “God, that’s the last thing I feel like doing.” And then she laughed.

I didn’t answer but laughed along with her even though that couldn’t have been further from the truth for me. I love Ben and we do it a lot. Obviously I’m very attracted to him and with him I’ve discovered I love sex, I really love it—a lot. And I know he definitely feels the same.

When he rests his head on his elbow and moves one hand to caress my stomach, I’m pulled back to the here and now. His lips trail down my neck, over my breasts, and stop to kiss the shamrock in my belly button, then just below it. He kisses the baby like this all the time. It gives me butterflies.

He looks up at me. “So we agree. We’ll name the baby Huck?”

We found out the sex of our baby at my four-month prenatal visit, and ever since then Ben has been relentless about naming him Huck. I peer down at him. “No, we did not agree. Remind me when we had the conversation where I said yes.”

His fingers drift down to circle me.

I let out a long heavy breath, knowing soon my body will be hovering on the edge waiting for the crashing pleasure to peak.

“This morning,” he murmurs as his tongue licks a path down the curve of my belly to join his fingers.

I raise myself up on my elbows. Still breathing heavy, I try to see over my stomach. “Do you mean when your mouth was”—I point to where his fingers are—“there and you were whispering things I couldn’t even try to understand in the frenzied state you had me in?”

His devilish grin widens. “Yes, when I had my tongue on your clit and you were screaming my name and calling out to heaven—yeah, that’s when. You said yes.”

“I love you, Ben Covington, but we are not naming our child Huck.”

He stares at me and pats my cheek. “Maybe once you see him you’ll change your mind.”

His eyes gleam whenever he talks about the baby. It’s so cute. His thumb strokes my face and he kisses me gently before he moves his mouth to that spot behind my ear that makes my body dance on its own. When I arch my back and moan, I feel the grin that forms on his lips. I knot my fingers in his hair, feeling more than a little ready to do this again. His hand moves back down to caress my belly as we lie in bed naked getting ready to make love for the second time since I got home. I can’t even wait until tonight.

His hands move quickly as we lie on the bed both still lightly damp from our shower. One chaste kiss on the mouth and before I know it his lips are sucking on one of my nipples and his hand moves to cup my sex and I’m aroused all over again. I close my eyes as my body soaks in the pleasure of his touch. A loud moan escapes my throat and I lick my lips, but when he stops abruptly and jerks up, my eyes fly open.

“S’belle, there’s a lot of, um . . . water on the bed.”

I sit up and look. Oh my God, I feel it.

Ben is staring down—petrified.

Once I realize I haven’t lost bladder control, I almost laugh at how scared he looks. Calmly I say, “I think my water broke.”

He bolts off the bed and pulls a pair of boxers from his drawer. “You’re not due for two weeks.”

I shrug. “The doctor did say anytime now.”