Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He drew back in horror. “That’s not true!”
“Of course it is. I’m always puking or crying or in the bathroom. My body’s getting all weird and I have no control over my emotions. This baby has completely hijacked my body and it’s taking over my life.”
“Rayne, honey, I happen to think you’re more beautiful than ever. You’re glowing. And I know you haven’t felt great with all the morning sickness, but you’re growing a human being inside of you. That’s amazing. Think about it. You’re completely stunning.”
I paused and glanced up at him, wiping snot on the back of my hand. “I am?”
He shook his head and smiled. “You’re adorable.”
I drew in a shaky breath and swallowed. “You really think so?”
“I know so.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “If you’re ready to have sex, I’m more than willing. I just didn’t want to put pressure on you while you were so exhausted and adjusting to so many changes.”
I whimpered and lost my battle against the next sob.
“Hey,” he said, clearly unsure why I was still so upset. “Baby, talk to me.”
“I can’t.” I started to cry again. “Because when I say stuff you say stuff, but your stuff’s all sweet and nice, and I’m just this leaking puddle of hormones dripping all over the bed. Who wants to have sex with that?”
He chuckled. “Would you rather I was mean to you?”
“No.” I was a blubbering basket case. “I just want you to have sex with me. Just sex.”
“Just sex?”
“Yes. I need it.” While foreplay was great, at the moment, I just wanted to be ravished. Some no-kiss fucking was precisely what the doctor ordered, but I could never ask for that. I wasn’t like Hale. He could say whatever filthy thing crossed his mind. Me, on the other hand… Not so much.
“Okay…” He hesitantly leaned closer and laughed when I drew back. “Can I kiss you?”
“Why?” I dragged my hand under my nose, eyeing him suspiciously. “I’m all drippy and gross. Can’t you just…do it?”
“Rayne, this isn’t how I like to operate.”
“Hale,” I whined. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”
Frustrated, he threw up his hands. “I’m making it harder? You’re asking me to have sex, but you won’t let me touch you.”
“Do I have to spell it out? Fine! I just want your dick inside of me.” The faucet was now set to firehose. “Why can’t you just love me?”
“Okay, okay. Take a breath, baby.” He held his hand up, but made no contact. Instead, he sort of gave me an air-pet for comfort. “Whatever you want.”
“Thank you.” A jagged breath ripped past my lips. I had never been this level of unattractive, so I reminded myself that marriage was in sickness and health.
Hale pushed off his pants. “Should I just…”
“Yes! Just do it.”
“Yelling isn’t helping, Rayne.”
He spoke calmly, but you would have thought he raised his voice for how quickly I cowered and pouted.
He mumbled something under his breath and rolled on top of me. “Is this okay?”
I awkwardly stared at him. Since when did Hale ask if something was okay? Typically, he just took what he wanted and made me have orgasms. Where was that guy now?
When he reached between us, stroking himself, it occurred to me that he wasn’t even turned on, so I started to cry again. His horrified glare snapped to my face. “What’s wrong now? I haven’t even done anything.”
“You’re not aroused,” I cried.
“You have to give me a minute, Rayne.”
“Forget it. If you wanted me, you’d be hard.” I pushed him off and clambered out of bed, rushing into the bathroom so I could sob in peace.
Hale cursed just as I shut the door, shutting him out. “Rayne?” He scratched at the door. “Rayne, I’m coming in.”
Sitting on the closed toilet, I wadded up some toilet paper to mop my face.
His figure appeared in the mirror as he stepped behind me. “Enough of this.” He turned me to face him, catching my face between his hands and planting his lips on mine.
At first, I tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let me go.
“No.” His lips firmed against mine as his hand knotted in my hair. “The fact that you think I could ever not want you pisses me off.”
His fist gave a gentle tug, punishing me for doubting him. His other hand drifted beneath my T-shirt and possessively took hold of my boob. I gasped at how sensitive they’d become.
“Take this off.” He pulled me to my feet and stripped me out of my shirt, leaving me bare and shivering. Turning my body to face the mirror, he planted my hands on the marble counter. “Look how fucking sexy you are.”
His hands roved over my curves, cupping my breasts and teasing down the center of my stomach until his fingers disappeared between my thighs. His cock swelled and lengthened, sliding heavily against my ass.