It was also crazy sexy and had her body quivering with need. Especially when she could feel his cock swelling against her. But she ignored it as best she could, drawing in deep, slow breaths.
Somehow, after what seemed like an eternity, she finally drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Abi awoke to the sound of spraying water nearby. She opened her eyes to the morning sunlight streaming in the bedroom window. She stretched as she enjoyed the stunning view beyond the glass. As she shifted her gaze, the sight of Liam, totally naked on the other side of the window, water washing over his muscular body, took her breath away.
She bit her lip as she watched the water rush over his head, flattening his hair to his scalp, then over his broad shoulders and down his back. His taut buttocks, which she knew were rock hard, were glazed in the moving, sunlit water. Her heart rate increased and she longed to rip off her pajamas and join him right now.
He turned, giving her a profile view. The sight of his long cock, hanging heavy between his legs, sent need thrumming through her. Her fingers ran over her breast, stroking the sensitive nipple, before she realized what she was doing.
He soaped his chest, covering it in white suds, and she licked her lips as she watched the foam wash over his body. Finally, he pumped some shampoo into his hand from a spout on the marble wall and stepped out of the water enough to soap his hair. When he stepped back under the flow to rinse it off, his eyes closed. He was facing her, his long, dripping cock in full view.
Her insides ached with need and she could feel wetness pooling between her legs.
He pushed the water back from his face and opened his eyes.
CHAPTER TWENTY
When Liam opened his eyes, he saw Abi staring at him with such hunger in her eyes, he almost choked. His cock jumped to attention, swelling to a painful level of need.
God, he wanted to stride in there right now and take her.
As soon as she realized he’d seen her, her eyes widened and she scampered from the bed into the bathroom.
He turned off the water and dried off, then walked into the bedroom.
He wanted her. Badly. And if he chose to, he was sure he could easily sweep her into his arms, and into his bed. But right now, it was more important to him that he gain her trust. He needed to give her time.
As he pulled on his boxers, he heard a familiar sound from the bathroom. Abi was throwing up.
He walked to the door and tapped, then stepped inside to see her folded over the toilet.
“Aw, kitten.”
He walked to her side and crouched beside her, then gathered her hair in his hand and held it back. When she was finished, he guided her to the chaise and sat her down, then brought her a damp cloth to wipe her face.
He sat down beside her and slid his arm around her.
“I have some packages of crackers in the bedside table,” he said, “and I read that peppermint tea can help with the nausea. Want me to get you either of those?”
“No, nothing, thanks.”
She leaned against his side, her head resting on his shoulder. It felt so good having her there.
“Okay, let’s get you dressed and downstairs.”
He half expected her to protest, but instead she turned toward him and hugged him tight. He squeezed her gently, then helped her to her feet and guided her into the bedroom. He sat her on the bed, then opened her suitcase.
“Shorts or a dress?” he asked.
“I think a bathing suit and cover-up.”
He pulled out an aqua-and-purple-print bikini and loose flowing top in a matching fabric and handed it to her.
“Thanks.” But then she frowned, her hand flattening on her stomach and she looked a little green.
“Are you going to throw up again? Do you want me to help you back to the bathroom?”
She looked doubtful, then finally shook her head.
“No, I think I’m okay.” She sighed. “Maybe you could stand behind me and help me with the hook on the top. It can be tricky and I’m not up to struggling with it right now.”
He sat down beside her and she pivoted away from him. She slipped off her pajama top, baring her smooth, creamy back to him. The thought of her bare breasts so close made his cock twitch. He longed to stroke her smooth skin, then glide his hands around and cup her breasts. But instead, he waited patiently as she slid her arms into the straps of the small top. He took the sides of the band and fastened the clasp. It took two tries to get it to snap closed.
She slid the shirt over her head, then stood and dropped her pajama pants, then pulled on her bikini bottoms without him seeing a thing.
If she weren’t suffering from morning sickness, he didn’t think he’d be able to stop himself from commanding her to shed what she was wearing and climb right back into bed … and on top of him.
“You go ahead downstairs, kitten, while I get dressed.”
But he was so fucking turned on that getting dressed wasn’t all he’d do.
* * *
By late morning, Abi was feeling a lot better and had gone out on the patio to enjoy the sun. The nausea had caught her off guard when she’d scurried off the bed right after Liam caught her ogling him. She’d wanted to hide away and get dressed before he came back in, but her stomach had had other ideas.
She swished her feet in the pool, sending ripples across the water. Liam had been so sweet taking care of her this morning. He’d been like that with the first pregnancy, too. Always there with her. Seeing her through the tough times.
Oh, God, she didn’t want to remember
