Satin Princess(51)

“We’re having a baby,” I say. “That’s what we’re doing.”

I know she wants more from me. I know she wants some kind of declaration of my feelings for her. It’s not even that I don’t know what to say.

It’s more about bringing myself to say them.

I’m just not that kind of man.

I had hoped that bringing her here would demonstrate where we stood. But of course, fucking Yulian had to mess that up, too.

“You know what?” Jessa says. “I’m tired. I’m just gonna go to bed. If you don’t want to sleep on the couch, that’s fine. I’ll take it.”

“You’re not taking the couch,” I growl.

“I’m not sleeping in that bed with you.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Well, tough. We all do things we don’t want to sometimes.”

She looks at me incredulously. “Since when have you ever done anything you didn’t want to do?”

“I married Marina, didn’t I?”

Her eyes soften a little. But only for a second. “Maybe you two should try couples counseling,” she suggests with biting sarcasm. “First session can be devoted to dealing with your spouse after they’ve returned from the grave.”

“I wouldn’t quit your day job,” I tell her. “Comedy is not really your strong suit.”

She rolls her eyes and turns back into the bathroom. She slams the door on me and I can’t help but smirk. Getting her angry is a different kind of turn-on. My cock is already half-hard in my pants, and it’s threatening to turn into a full-on erection at the slightest provocation.

I get exactly that when Jessa walks out of the bathroom wearing a slinky blush slip that I packed for her in the overnight bag. The straps are so thin that they’re almost invisible and the material is clingy. She’s kept her long blonde hair loose and it flows down her back like a golden river.

“Excuse me,” she snaps through gritted teeth when I block her way to the sofa. My eyes flit to her nipples and she stiffens when she sees where my gaze lands.

“Get in bed,” I tell her in a low rumble.

“No.”

“Jessa. You’re going to need a good night of sleep. Now, get in bed.”

“Make me.”

The words fall out of her mouth naturally, but I know she regrets them as soon as I give her a wolfish smile. “If you say so.”

Then I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bed.

“No!” she yells, struggling hard against me. I pull my arms in, bringing her closer to my body so that she has less room to move. “Anton, stop it! Let me go!”

“Are you going to promise to behave?” I taunt.

“I’m not a fucking child!”

“Could have fooled me.”

“Let. Me. Down.”

For the second time tonight, I listen. I drop her onto the bed and she kind of bounces. The jostling shifts her nightgown around and she accidentally flashes her left breast.

Her cheeks flush with color as she tries to straighten herself and tuck her nipple away. But I’ve already gotten an eyeful and my cock is giving her a standing ovation.

Goddamn, she was made for me. She might not like it, she might not accept it, but it’s true.

She’s mine.

Looking embarrassed, she slams her hand against my chest. Her eyes go wide when she realizes just how unforgiving my muscles are.

“If you want to touch, all you have to do is ask,” I chuckle. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“Fuck you.” She glares at me and pulls herself up on her knees. She’s barely upright before I grab her by the shoulders and throw her down against the bed, then jump on top of her and blanket her body with mine.

To my surprise, she stops struggling. Her chest rises and falls. It’s all I can do not to lean down, rip that slip off her with my teeth, and suck her taut nipple into my mouth.

“It was not my intention to hurt you,” I tell her quietly.

“You don’t have the power to hurt me,” she fires back.

“No? I beg to differ. I think that’s what you like most about me.”

I stare down at her and slowly, I can see her resolve start to break. Her eyes turn milky with lust and then she sighs. Her entire body relaxes with that exhale.

I take advantage of the moment and bend down. My lips brush hers. Just a tease at first, a temptation, then more and more until she has no choice but to give it back.

Her mouth is soft and warm against mine. I bite down on her lower lip and she gives a little yelp of pleasure that sends jolts right into my aching dick.

When I pull back, her eyes are dark with desire and her legs are wrapped around my waist. I bend my head down again and pepper kisses on her neck all the way down to her breasts.

I push the flimsy material of her nightgown aside and run my tongue along her nipple. She shudders beneath me, her body inviting me in closer and closer.

I bring my head up long enough to lay another kiss on her lips. Then I pull away. “Not tonight.”

“I’m fine,” she argues.

“You need rest.”

When I pull back, she sits up slightly, her eyes falling to my crotch. “You want this, too.”