One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(94)

“Adalyn, you there?”

Ridding all thoughts of Logan out of my head, I turn my attention back to Hayden, taking the phone off mute. “Sorry about that. I had to answer a text.” The lie feels dirty coming off my tongue, like I’m trying to hide something and I’m really not. Logan just asked me to have dinner with him as a friend, and I accepted as a friend. That’s that.

“Not a problem. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. Thank you. Although, I should probably get to bed soon. The baby has been wiping me out.”

“I bet. I can’t imagine what it would be like to be having a demon sucking the life from you every day.”

That makes me snort laugh. I wipe at my nose when I say, “Men will never know the tribulations we go through to bring life into the world.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’re superwoman and I mean that.” He grows serious. “You’ve battled severe morning sickness, weight loss, and all the hormones that go along with your body changing with the baby. You’ve moved across country after spending week after week working long hours in the hospital to be closer to me as a favor. You’ve learned a whole new job, in a foreign city far away from your family, and you still have that beautiful smile on your face. I’m in awe, Adalyn, and I’m not just saying that. You truly are awe-inspiring.”

Biting on my bottom lip, heart sputtering in my chest, I weakly say, “Thank you.”

“Of course . . . now this is when you tell me how amazing I am at hockey and being a supportive baby daddy.”

Chuckling, I wipe away a stray tear. “I’ve yet to see you play hockey, so I can’t speak true to that, but the supportive thing, you’ve been incredibly supportive. The pizza alone has been a savior, not to mention the cute texts checking up on me.”

“Just want to make sure my girl is okay, that’s all, even from afar. Which reminds me, there should be cinnamon buns at the office tomorrow morning for you and the girls. Don’t eat too much. Baby demon sent me Morse Code using its umbilical cord that it wanted cinnamon buns.”

“You realize how disturbing an image that is?”

“I can’t picture the baby without horns and a two-pronged fork, so is there something wrong with me?”

Now that he says it, the image is firmly planted in my head now. “Yes, something is seriously wrong with you.”

“And yet, you had unprotected sex with me, so that tells me there is something alluring about me.”

“It’s because you made me wait so damn long. I was desperate to see what all the fuss was about.”

Chuckling, he says, “Your words, baby. That was so fucking hot. Well worth the wait. And I couldn’t have agreed more.”

He’s right. I did say that. Because it was. But I can’t reinforce that right now. “Don’t gloat too much, you were just average.”

“Oh bullshit.” Too much for holding back, a laugh pops out of me. “FaceTime me right now. I’ll make you come in two minutes.” Tempting, since I’ve been feeling more and more turned on with every day the nausea fades.

I must take too long to answer because Hayden says, “Thinking about it? Are those pregnancy hormones kicking in?”

“What? No!” I answer entirely too quickly. I might have painted a giant sign over my head that says I’m horny.

When I think Hayden is about to laugh, he doesn’t, instead he grows even more serious than before, more intense. “Are you horny, Adalyn?”

“This is not something we should be talking about. I should go.”

“Answer the question, Adalyn.” Firm and so male, his voice is like a lightning bolt straight to my core.

“No.” I don’t even believe myself, my answer so weak, so unconvincing.

“Do your nipples ache? Is your pussy throbbing? Are you wet?” Back to the wet conversation.

As much as I’d like to deny it, I’m so incredibly wet right now, just from hearing his voice drop lower on the phone, the deep rumble shaking me from the tips of my toes to the apex between my legs.

“Adalyn, I’m waiting on an answer.”

“Hayden . . .” I draw out, hating how quickly he’s heated my body, how quickly a few questions have brought back vivid memories of him hovering over me, pulsing in and out, his long, thick cock rubbing me in such a sensual way I can practically feel the thrusting right now.

“Answer me.”

Biting on my bottom lip, my hips slowly starting to rotate, looking for some sort of relief. I should not be talking about this with him. I should hang up right now. I shouldn’t be leading him on when I have no clue what I want, but the strong need I have for him holds me back.

“Yes.” It’s one word, one simple word, but it shifts our conversation from casual to hot in seconds.

Hayden’s breathing picks up, his groan loud, echoing through the phone.

“Fuck, do you have a vibrator?”

“We’re not doing this on the phone, Hayden.” There, some sense has been knocked into me.

“Saturday,” he groans. “I get home around noon, have dinner with me.”

“I’m not having sex with you.” And I’m standing firm with that statement.

“Say yes to dinner.”