Mr. Big Jerk: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Kinda Cocky Series Book 3), стр. 43
I held my hand up. “Stop.”
“What?”
I blinked back tears. “For the love of fuck, please just stop.”
“Roxy, I--.”
I pierced him with a look. “It’s not a requirement for us to be in a relationship to raise this child, okay? So, stop pulling me around and stop yanking my chain and stop making me feel things you don’t feel because it’s not fair, and I’m fucking sick and tired of it.”
“I don’t understand. What are you--?”
I turned my back to him. “I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry. Maybe over lunch tomorrow, when we’re in public and I can keep it together. But I can’t right now. I just can’t.”
“Don’t you walk away from me. I haven't even begun to tell you some of the things on my mind.”
I headed for my bedroom. “And you won’t. Not today, anyway. Thank you for the flowers, and you can see your way out.”
But, before I crossed through the threshold of my room--the only place that made me feel safe anymore--I felt a tight grip around my arm. I felt a tug that almost ripped me off my feet before I fell against something warm. Something safe. Something comforting. My world came to a careening halt as his cologne wafted up my nostrils. My eyes fluttered closed as his arms draped my body, his hands splaying over my growing belly. Tears rushed my eyes. My lower lip quivered. And as I sank against his muscles, allowing myself one more feel of him, I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head.
Which stopped me right in my tracks.
22
Clint
I knew I said the wrong thing, and I knew I had said it in the wrong tone on Friday. But this? Had it really all come to this? I felt frustrated beyond my wildest dreams. Roxy had so wildly misinterpreted everything that it made me sick to my own stomach. This had blossomed into something it never should have become in the first place, and I needed her to stay put long enough to let me talk.
“Would you stop being so stubborn for one damn second?” I murmured.
She sighed with a broken breath. “What do you want, Clint?”
I slowly spun her around. “You, Roxy. I want you.”
She shook her head. “That’s not what you said Friday.”
“I said a lot of things Friday I shouldn't have. And that’s why we’re in this position right now. I’ve never been good at communicating how I’m feeling or what I’m experiencing. But, I need you to give me some time right now to try it again instead of being stubborn and pushing me away because you think I’m about to break your heart.”
“Isn’t that what you’re about to do?”
I wrapped my arms around her waist. “It depends. Does me telling you I care about you break your heart?”
She blinked. “No.”
“Does me telling you that I’m not just here for the baby break your heart?”
Her eyes watered. “No.”
“Does me telling you I don’t feel bad for you at all in this situation break your heart?”
She snickered. “Oh, thanks.”
I brushed away a tear from her cheek. “Does me telling you that you’re strong and intelligent, and beautiful break your heart?”
She leaned softly against me. “Not at all.”
I cupped the back of her head. “Does me telling you that you’re not only going to make an amazing mother but that you already make an amazing girlfriend break your heart?”
She looked up at me. “Girlfriend?”
I gazed into her gorgeous eyes. “Does me telling you that I love you break your heart, Roxy?”
Silence fell between us before she licked her lips. “You--you love me?”
I nodded. “Yes, Roxy. I do. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone--any woman--in my life. You’re vibrant and smart. You’re witty and sarcastic. You don’t take anyone’s shit even though you dole out just as much shit as the rest of us, and damn it if you don’t carry yourself with pride that sometimes even makes me jealous.”
She smiled. “You’re not joking right now, are you?”
My forehead touched down against hers. “I’d never joke about something so serious. I’ve fallen madly in love with you, Roxy. And I can’t think of anything better than to--.”
Her lips captured my own, silencing my words. And when I felt her tongue pressing into my mouth, I gave myself over willingly to her. I held her tightly against me, feeling her protruding belly pressing against my abs. And it only made me smile as we slowly backed into her room. My tongue caressed the roof of her mouth. My fingertips fiddled with the bottom of her shirt. We fell to her mattress, our bodies bouncing together as I rolled over, feeling her straddle my pelvis.
And when she gazed down into my eyes, I finally heard those glorious words fall from the tip of her tongue.
“I love you too, Clint. I’ve loved you for weeks now.”
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Come here, beautiful.”
She collapsed against me as I rose up, slowly inching myself to the edge of the bed. I slid her shirt over her head and wasted no time in getting those swollen breasts out of her bra just so I could play with them. I kissed down her neck. I felt the heat of her pussy radiating against my clothed cock. I lapped at her puckered peaks as moans fell from her lips, and I wanted nothing more than to make her cry out my name for all of her neighbors to hear.
“Oh, Clint,” she groaned.
I stood, carrying her with me as our eyes connected. She squealed with delight as I pressed her back against a wall, our eyes never leaving one another. She smiled beautifully at me, and my heart pounded. She rolled her hips against me, and my cock pulsed with need. I nuzzled my nose against hers, memorizing every morphing dip and peak of her body. And when I’d had my fill of soaking her