I rolled my eyes at him, grinning. “Really? And when have you been outside to smell that ocean air?” He grinned sheepishly and picked up a BLT. “Pig.”
“Can I help it that you make the best sandwiches in the world?” He pulled me close with his free hand. Those ice blue eyes captured mine and I was entrapped in their beautiful depths.
His hand stroked down my side, making my heart stop. I wasn’t used to Nik touching me like this. I have craved it, yes. But up till that moment I had never thought I would be on the receiving end of his caressing touches. When his hand drifted over my hip, the one with my tattoo, and pulled me closer to his side I went willingly.
I raised my hand and touched his chest. His heart was racing. The heat of his skin burnt me and I leaned in, wanting to taste the skin exposed by his tee shirt just above his collar bone. I wanted to lick up his neck and nibble on his ear. I wanted…
“Lunch.” Drake rubbed his hands together as he came into the kitchen, his hair crazy from his long nap. “Awesome, I haven’t had a grilled cheese in forever.”
Feeling weak I pulled away from Nik. He dropped his hand down by his side, his jaw tight. I put Drake a plate together and handed him a bag of chips before putting my own sandwich together. My heart was beating me to death and my fingers trembled as I stacked bacon and tomatoes on my grilled cheese.
The other’s came in and we all sat down to have another meal together. This was nice, truly wonderful. We rarely got to eat like this. It was always take out and on the run, never homemade and never together. This vacation was already worth every penny that I had hated spending.
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Naps are wonderful. Sleep is divine.
I have slept more in the last two days than I have in weeks. Yesterday I fell asleep out on my lounger after lunch. Then this morning I slept in until noon after going to bed at barely eight o’clock the night before. Now it is barely three in the afternoon and my eyes are already feeling heavy.
Yawning I tossed my book on the beach towel beside my lounger and stretched my arms above my head. As I do the material of my bikini top stretches and I notice something that I have been blind to up until that moment. My boobs are huge! They are at least a cup size bigger than what I would normally be. This news delights me and I grin as I close my eyes. This pregnancy thing isn’t so bad after all…
Cool droplets hit my skin and I shriek as I set up on the lounger, pulled from my blissful sleep. With a glare at Nik I shoved my sun glasses up off my face and into my hair. “You ass!”
He chuckled in that deep, deliciously sexy way of his and dropped down beside of me on the lounger. His wet swim trunks press against my bare, warm thigh and I smacked him on the stomach. “You’re freezing, Nik. Is the water really that cold?”
“Nah. Feels good to me.” He took my glasses off my head and pulled them over his eyes. “This is nice.” He moved his arm so that my head was pillowed on his shoulder instead of the rolled up beach towel I had been using. His chest was cold to me but I snuggled closer until my head was on his chest. “Let’s buy a house on the beach. Not that one, but something similar to it. Bigger.”
I let my arm wrap around his waist, content to be in his arms. “Really?”
He nodded. “I like the beach. And you seem happy here. We can’t live in a tour bus and hotel rooms forever, Em. Especially now.” His fingers stroked up and down my arm. “Would you like to live in Florida or California?”
“I don’t care.” And I didn’t. As long as I had everyone that I loved with me, I could have lived in a cardboard box for all I cared.
“I’ll call Rich later and have him find us a realtor. I want us to have our own house before the summer is over. And I want to tell him that the tour for the fall is off. We can’t be traveling so much with you seven months pregnant.”
My head snapped up. “Wait. What? You can’t cancel the tour.”
“Sure I can. You can’t tour with us that pregnant, Em. And I’m not going to leave you at home like that. Rich will get over it.” He made it sound so reasonable, but it only made me feel guilty. He was canceling something huge, for me. I couldn’t let him make sacrifices like that.
“Nik…”
He pushed my sunglasses up into his hair. “Don’t argue with me, Emmie. Nothing you say is going to change my mind. There are more important things than a stupid fucking tour.”
I think I fell in love with him all over again in that moment. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I went back to resting my head against his hard muscled chest. “Whatever you say, Nik.”
“That’s right, woman.” We both laughed and then I felt his lips in my hair. “Let’s take a nap. I’m exhausted.”
“Good idea.” I shifted so that my leg was entwined with both of his.
“Then we can go get some dinner.” His fingers tangled in my hair as he massaged my scalp. “Just you and me.”
That had my head rising again. “Like…a date?”
There was a smile on his perfect, kiss me lips. “Just like a date, baby girl.”
Chapter 12
How was it that I had no clothes to wear?
I have jeans, and shirts, and underwear. But I have nothing that I would deem sexy, or date worthy. The jeans were expensive but old, with tears that were not supposed to be there, and frayed from so many washes. My shirts were all tee shirts and nine out of ten of them had Demon’s Wings logos on them. My bras and panties are all cotton and the least sexy things I have ever seen.
With a sob I flop on my bed and stare at my now disaster of a room. All my clothes have been tossed from my cases around the room. There is even a bra hanging from the head of my bed.
I can’t go out on my first date with Nik, fuck my first date EVER in jeans and a tee shirt!
There was a sharp tap on my closed bedroom door before it opened and Nik stuck his head in. “Hey babe, you ready..?” His voice trailed off and his eyes got huge when he saw the mess I had made of my room in the last fifteen minutes. “Em?”
Another sob escaped me. “I have nothing to wear.”
His brows rose in that adorable way I love so much and he walked fully into the room. “Your room suggests differently, baby. What’s the matter?”
“All I have is stupid jeans and most of my shirts have Demon’s Wings logos on them. I don’t own one freaking dress! Not even a skirt. All my panties are made of cotton and my bras are boring.” I grabbed my pillow and hugged it against my chest.