but her arms were still wrapped around his neck.
“Eat. Paint. Draw. And listen to music. Not necessarily in that order.”
Hmmm. “I happen to like those things as well. I have an idea. Throw on some jeans and a hoodie. I’ll do the same.”
She lifted her chin to meet his eyes. “I thought I had to stay in this prison because I wasn’t safe.”
“Love, it isn’t a prison. It’s a haven. And as long as me and a few of Nick’s security team are around, you’ll be fine. Now, get up and put some warmer clothes on. I have a surprise for you. You may not want to know this other world exists, but I think answers will help you. I know I could use a few. Will you trust me?”
“I look like crap. And I’m kind of tired.”
“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met, and I promise this will be fun.”
She gave an unladylike snort and punched his arm. “So unnecessary. I know I look like hell.”
Was she really so clueless? “Bennett, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your eyes are the kind that make men go mad and begin wars. Your body’s been burned into my brain since the day you changed in front of me for the wedding. Let me show you something.”
He went to his desk and pulled out his sketchpad from the spring collection he’d been working on.
“Notice anything about my model?”
Hesitantly, she took the pad from him. Her eyes opened wider. “It’s me,” she whispered. “A much taller, slimmer version of me.” She glanced up at him.
“Honestly, until all of this happened I didn’t realize it was you. That night of the wedding, the night our son was conceived, your body, your smell, all of you was burned into my memory. For the last several weeks you’ve been my muse.”
Pink tinged her pale cheeks. “That’s just fucking crazy. Flattering, but crazy. You deal with supermodels every day. Women who get paid millions for cosmetics contracts.”
“Maybe, but most of them need makeup and accouterment, as we like to say. But you’re gorgeous in your yoga pants and vintage T-shirts. Now, go get dressed. I promise I won’t wear you out, but you’re going to love where I’m taking you. And there’s someone who might be able to help us. No promises, but I feel like we should at least try to find out more about you.”
She reached up on her toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you. I think you’re full of bullshit, but thank you.”
With that, she slapped him on the arse and went off to her room.
After getting dressed, Linc glanced around his apartment. Her crap was everywhere, but it didn’t bug him. Not what he’d expected, given that he liked his life in perfect order and his surroundings sparse.
“Slight wardrobe malfunction.” She lifted up her sweatshirt to show him that her pants weren’t quite fitting around the waist. The small baby bump was keeping her from fastening them.
God, the idea that his child was in there excited and scared the shite out of him. He wasn’t prepared for any of this. But then, neither was she.
“I kind of like you without pants,” he said.
“Funny. I was trying to buy new jeans when I realized why my old ones weren’t fitting, but in all of this craziness…I forgot to buy new ones.”
“Not a problem. Give me a sec.” He didn’t wear underwear often, but when he did, he preferred boxer briefs. He picked a pair of dark blue ones out of his dresser and then went back to the living room. “Follow me to the studio. I have an idea.”
She stared at the briefs in his hand. “Dude, you are fifty kinds of kinky, but okay.”
Once in the studio, he ordered her to take off her pants. She did what he asked, and he went hard again. She was wearing a purple thong, and with those long legs…
Focus.
He cut a panel from the briefs and then sat down at the sewing machine. A few seconds later, he had created her a pair of maternity jeans. He held them up for her.
She laughed, a true and glorious sound. “I
“Eat. Paint. Draw. And listen to music. Not necessarily in that order.”
Hmmm. “I happen to like those things as well. I have an idea. Throw on some jeans and a hoodie. I’ll do the same.”
She lifted her chin to meet his eyes. “I thought I had to stay in this prison because I wasn’t safe.”
“Love, it isn’t a prison. It’s a haven. And as long as me and a few of Nick’s security team are around, you’ll be fine. Now, get up and put some warmer clothes on. I have a surprise for you. You may not want to know this other world exists, but I think answers will help you. I know I could use a few. Will you trust me?”
“I look like crap. And I’m kind of tired.”
“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met, and I promise this will be fun.”
She gave an unladylike snort and punched his arm. “So unnecessary. I know I look like hell.”
Was she really so clueless? “Bennett, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your eyes are the kind that make men go mad and begin wars. Your body’s been burned into my brain since the day you changed in front of me for the wedding. Let me show you something.”
He went to his desk and pulled out his sketchpad from the spring collection he’d been working on.
“Notice anything about my model?”
Hesitantly, she took the pad from him. Her eyes opened wider. “It’s me,” she whispered. “A much taller, slimmer version of me.” She glanced up at him.
“Honestly, until all of this happened I didn’t realize it was you. That night of the wedding, the night our son was conceived, your body, your smell, all of you was burned into my memory. For the last several weeks you’ve been my muse.”
Pink tinged her pale cheeks. “That’s just fucking crazy. Flattering, but crazy. You deal with supermodels every day. Women who get paid millions for cosmetics contracts.”
“Maybe, but most of them need makeup and accouterment, as we like to say. But you’re gorgeous in your yoga pants and vintage T-shirts. Now, go get dressed. I promise I won’t wear you out, but you’re going to love where I’m taking you. And there’s someone who might be able to help us. No promises, but I feel like we should at least try to find out more about you.”
She reached up on her toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you. I think you’re full of bullshit, but thank you.”
With that, she slapped him on the arse and went off to her room.
After getting dressed, Linc glanced around his apartment. Her crap was everywhere, but it didn’t bug him. Not what he’d expected, given that he liked his life in perfect order and his surroundings sparse.
“Slight wardrobe malfunction.” She lifted up her sweatshirt to show him that her pants weren’t quite fitting around the waist. The small baby bump was keeping her from fastening them.
God, the idea that his child was in there excited and scared the shite out of him. He wasn’t prepared for any of this. But then, neither was she.
“I kind of like you without pants,” he said.
“Funny. I was trying to buy new jeans when I realized why my old ones weren’t fitting, but in all of this craziness…I forgot to buy new ones.”
“Not a problem. Give me a sec.” He didn’t wear underwear often, but when he did, he preferred boxer briefs. He picked a pair of dark blue ones out of his dresser and then went back to the living room. “Follow me to the studio. I have an idea.”
She stared at the briefs in his hand. “Dude, you are fifty kinds of kinky, but okay.”
Once in the studio, he ordered her to take off her pants. She did what he asked, and he went hard again. She was wearing a purple thong, and with those long legs…
Focus.
He cut a panel from the briefs and then sat down at the sewing machine. A few seconds later, he had created her a pair of maternity jeans. He held them up for her.
She laughed, a true and glorious sound. “I
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