Making the Baby

CHAPTER 3: Alison

CHAPTER 3: Alison

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“On our wedding night I was in your room, waiting for you.” Alison walked into the bedroom. “I think I was at the end of the bed when you entered the room.”

“You’re forgetting something.” Harker’s dark eyes roamed over her, making her blood flow thick and heavy through her veins.

“Oh...you’re right. I had a drink in my hand.” She tried to look serious.

“Let’s not relive that part.” He moved closer. “I was talking about what you were wearing.”

“Oh.” She had no idea why she blushed. Yes, that lingerie had been almost see-through, but last night he’d more than seen her. He’d touched and kissed every inch of her body. “I don’t have that one with me.”

“That one?” His brow raised. “Does that mean you have a different one?”

“Yeah. Ellie made me buy some.”

“I knew I liked her.” His lips turned up in a sexy grin, making her throb for him. “Get dressed or undressed.” He sat on the bed, his dark eyes roving over her body. “I’ll enjoy watching you do both.”

“You need to leave” She grabbed his hand but tugging on him was like trying to move a truck.

“We don’t have to be that literal about recreating our wedding night.”

“I know but we’re already changing so much.”

“Like what?”

“For one thing, I’m not drunk.”

“Thank God.” He stood.

“And I was going to say that you’re not being an ass, but I may have to change that.”

“I’m hardly being an ass by not wanting to be laughed out of my wedding bed again.”

“That won’t happen.” She shoved on his back. “Now, go so I can change.”

“I’d rather watch.” Those words with the hot, hungry look on his face made her body melt like ice cream smothered in warm honey.

“But you’re right. If I don’t leave, I’m afraid you won’t be able to show me your lingerie because nothing is as beautiful as you are naked.” He gave her a quick kiss and walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

She put her hand over her heart because she was pretty sure it’d just exploded. She was far from beautiful. She was tall with a butt that spent too many hours in an office chair and breasts that were very much on the small side. Her face was at best average in its imperfections—mouth too wide, nose a bit too large and her eyes a plain brown—but when he looked at her all she saw was desire. She was never letting this man go to an eye doctor because he looked at her as if she were the only woman he’d ever wanted.