I Only Have Eyes for You (The Sullivans #4)(33)

“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.”

It would have been so easy to grab her again, to push her up against the wall and be inside of her in five seconds flat. And boy, was Jake tempted to do just that, to fill his hands with her soft curves, to taste that sweet skin, to slide bare into her slick heat again.

But he’d been serious when he’d told her he needed to ask the doctor if sex was okay. So he let her run.

For now.

* * *

Sophie paced Jake’s kitchen, trying to work off her agitation...and ever-present arousal. When he’d been advancing on her, a beautiful naked lion about to pounce, those dark eyes full of enough sensual intent to take her breath completely away, it had been all she could do to walk away from him.

Especially when what she really wanted was to throw her arms and legs around him for yet another trip to paradise.

In the clear light of day, she forced herself to go back over her list of all the reasons Jake was bad for her. He’d never love her the way she loved him. And after their one night together, when he’d touched her like she mattered—then disappeared—she knew better than to ever give weight to that hope again. If she hadn’t gotten pregnant and come to tell him the news, she knew with absolute certainty that he never would have come after her. Rather, he would have avoided her completely, just the way he’d avoided numerous Sullivan family events in the past two and a half months that she knew he would otherwise have attended.

Only, their lovemaking this morning had seemed different from their first night together. She hadn’t had as many orgasms, but it had still been better. Because Jake really seemed to want her, not just that fantasy bridesmaid she’d had the makeup artist and hairstylist put together for him.

This morning, she’d felt like he was touching her because he couldn’t bear not to.

Of course, he’d gone and ruined that theory right away when he jumped off her and shoved those pillows under her knees. Jake was the last person on earth she would have thought would go nuts over pregnant women, but it only confirmed the main fact she needed to remember at all times: he clearly wanted her for the baby, not for herself. And if some great sex was thrown in along the way to having that kid, who was he to say no?