But I’m in a state of purgatory, where I can’t do anything like that. I just have to sit in my desires and never act on them.
“Oh, there it is, on my nightstand.” She chuckles. “The other day, I found it in the fridge. That’s pregnancy brain for you.”
Also, let it be known I’m still frightened with her easygoing attitude right now. Sure, there was no knife under her shirt, but that doesn’t mean she’s not planning an attack.
She pops open the lid and squirts some lotion in her hands. From where I stand, I can smell it, and God, it smells so good, like a delicious flower. She usually puts it on her hands before we go to bed, but tonight, she’s rubbing it over her shoulders. Does she know I fucking live for the smell of that lotion? That I so look forward to the smell of it at night that I actually bought myself a travel-size bottle. And I’m so pathetic that I rub it on my hands at night before I go to bed when I’m away.
I hope to fuck she doesn’t know that.
“I think I need to go buy new bras tomorrow.”
Gulp.
She lifts her shirt up, showing off her stomach, and rubs lotion on it.
“I think they’ve gotten bigger. What do you think?” She tugs on the fabric of the shirt, pulling down to reveal her breasts, but allowing the straps of her tank top to cover her nipples and only her nipples.
Holy . . . shit.
My dick grows hard. Difficult not to when she’s practically standing in front of me, naked, asking me to look at her tits.
And I do.
I fucking stare.
I beg and plead for the straps of her tank top to grow smaller, to slip up, to show me just a little of her nipples.
But then she releases the fabric, letting it bounce back into place, and she climbs on the bed, where she kneels. The outfit, her hair, her goddamn pose, she looks like a sexy pin-up model.
“Come here.” In some sort of a trance, I walk up to her just as she says, “Feel. I really think they’re bigger.”
Before I can respond, she lifts my hand and places it on her breast.
Jesus Christ.
My thumb slowly closes around her round, pert tit out of habit, gently squeezing her. Fuck yes, they’ve gotten bigger.
“Are they bigger?”
They’re fucking soft. They’re round. They’re everything I fucking remember but slightly bigger.
Clearing my throat, I say, “Uh, yeah, they seem bigger.”
I go to remove my hand, but she stops me and places her hand over mine. “Squeeze them. They’re big, right?”
I couldn’t stop myself if Pacey was standing right here, watching. It’s instinctual. My body is made to react to this woman, to do what she tells me and feel her when presented with the opportunity.
Together, we squeeze. Her chin slightly lifts, causing her chest to fill my hand better, and I find myself losing self-control as I give her another squeeze and then another . . . and then I slide my hand over her nipple.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to tear her shirt off right now.
Or to pull down the neckline and suck her into my mouth.
To push her back on this bed and make love to her tits until she came.
“Yeah, they’re bigger,” I confirm, almost asking her if she wants me to test them in my mouth for her.
“That’s what I thought.” She pulls away, and the smallest groan pops out of my mouth in protest. She eyes me. “You okay?”
“Yup,” I squeak out and quickly slide under the covers to hide my crotch from view.
“Bigger boobs and increased libido, that’s what it says in the books. I was telling Blakely the other day, that I’m wearing out my vibrator with the number of times I use it.”
Ummm . . . what?
*Blinks*
Blinks again
She’s, uh . . . clears throat, she’s wearing out her vibrator?
“And the weirdest thing about it is that I come so fast now because of the increased blood flow in my vulva that you would think I don’t need a new vibrator so quickly, but, God, I’d really love one with a clit stimulator. Have you ever seen those?” She hops into bed and twirls her hair onto the top of her head, exposing the feminine slope of her neck.
“I have,” I choke out.
Her eyes light up. “Have you ever used one on a woman?” She leans forward, her breasts push together, her cleavage on full display.
Like a moth to a flame, my eyes fall to her cleavage, where the neck of her tank top dances dangerously low. All I’d have to do is lightly tug on the neckline, and I’d find her sexy nipples in my fingers.
“Have you?” she asks again, pulling my attention back to her eyes.