I placed my hand on my stomach, wondering when I’d be able to feel the babies move. If this was quicker than a typical pregnancy, it had to be soon, right?
Frowning, I poked at my belly. Then it happened. They poked back. Was that a foot or a hand? Maybe a head? Who knew, but they responded. I pressed a hand to my stomach again and something pressed back. It was a strange feeling that sent an unfamiliar happiness through me.
“Are they moving?”
I shot up in bed, seeing Ethan standing in the doorway. Pressing a hand to my chest, I glared at him. He was really good at sneaking up on me. At least he wasn’t a pain in the ass like he used to be. That could be because I didn’t fight my need anymore. Seeing him sent a thrill through my body.
Nodding, I lay back down, motioning for him to come closer. Placing his staff against the wall, he slowly began to unbuckle his sword and guns. It had been a while since I’d seen his staff. He didn’t carry it around much. It had a blue stone on top that glowed whenever he held it, like it was ready to heed his commands at a moment’s notice.
Ethan crawled into bed next to me and rested a hand on my stomach. He immediately pulled it back, surprise appearing on his handsome face. I grabbed his hand and placed it back onto my stomach.
“They must know you’re here.”
“Impossible.”
“I don’t know. I have a feeling they know more about what’s going on out here than we do about in there.” I grinned when one pushed out again. It wasn’t hard, but I expected that would come the longer I was pregnant.
Placing his head on my stomach, Ethan rested a hand on my thigh. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sweetness of it. I wasn’t one who usually liked these kinds of intimate moments. I often felt awkward. Now that I had to share my love with two tiny Witches, I’d have to get used to more moments that required me to openly show my love.
“We need to think of names,” Ethan said, his voice rumbling against my stomach.
The babies really started moving around then. Why were they moving around so much now? Was it because I was thinking about it?
Shaking my head, I ran my fingers through Ethan’s soft hair. He sighed. “I have no ideas for names. We know one is a girl and one is a boy.”
Ethan moved up the bed to lay right next to me. He started kissing my neck. I chuckled, scooting away from him.
“I thought we were discussing names?”
“Any time we’re alone, all I can think about it being deep inside of you.”
I snorted. “You have a strange mind.”
He grinned. “You don’t have the same thoughts?”
“I think about you a lot. It’s kind of hard when you keep popping up everywhere.”
Slowly, he ran his hand up my side, lifting my shirt at the same time. I shivered in anticipation, loving the feeling of his fingers on my skin. His hands were rough, callused. He turned, kissing my chest just above the neckline of my tank top.
“You’re so amazing, Sophie,” he murmured.
“Show me how amazing.” I grinned when he looked into my face and smiled softly. My smile started to waver when I realized there was a bit more to what he said. “Ethan...”
“I know this is too fast for you, Sophie.” He kissed me softly at first, then more urgently. I dug my nails into his back, wanting him closer, but he pulled away. “Just know that I’m starting to fall in love with you.” He raised my shirt over my head, pulling it off. “I’m sor–”
“Shut up, Ethan,” I laughed, kissing him again.
Grinning against my lips, he moved between my legs, pressing himself against me. I moaned, wanting to feel his skin against mine. I slipped my fingers under his shirt and lifted it over his head, throwing it to the floor. I kissed his chest, feeling the smoothness of his body beneath my lips. He growled when I licked one of his nipples. He unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down his legs so he was only in boxers. Grinning, I grabbed his length, making him gasp in surprise.
Running my hands over his back, I slid them into his boxers and gripped his ass. He was so beautiful. Desperate to have him inside me, I pushed my boy shorts down my legs. Ethan helped me take them off completely, the tips of his fingers sending shivers through my entire body. He removed his boxers, then slid into me slowly, meeting my gaze. He leaned down, kissing me softly as he rocked into me. I moaned in pleasure, loving the slow pace. Desire curled in me like a white-hot fire.
I’ll never get enough of him.
Chapter Thirteen
“You know, you never did tell me what the Mages wanted from you. Why did you have to go back to...wherever it is that you come from?” I asked, running my fingers down his back as he lay on top of me.
Raising himself onto his forearms, Ethan looked at me and smiled. “Just now remembering that?” He rolled off, allowing me room to breathe. “It was nothing.”
“How could it be nothing? You were gone for a couple days.” I rolled over onto my side and propped my head on my hand. “You know how I feel about secrets, Ethan.”
He rolled to face
