Chapter 24
Twenty Four
"She looks so tiny," I looked at Austin who was holding the baby, carefully with an astonishing look in his eyes.
He looked so adorable.
"Do you guys have a name?" I asked as I looked at Ashley who was gazing at Austin with a small smile.
"Jane Evelyn Miller," Jake spoke, kissing Ashley's forehead.
"It's beautiful, just like her." I smiled down at her baby who looked so adorable. She was fast asleep and looked so fragile as I stroked her cheeks.
"Can I be the godfather?" Austin asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. He looked like a kid who was given his favorite candy and never wanted to let go of it. This was a whole different side of him and it only made me fall for him more if that was even possible.
"Do you even have to ask? Of course dude," Jake smiled at him, making him grin widely. After hanging out for a while with them, we decided, to leave to give them some alone time with each other.
"So how you feel about babies?" I asked him on our way back home.
"They are so cute and tiny...Jane looked so adorable and small, like a baby potato," he said as he drove, with a small smile on his face, making me chuckle at his response.
"Please don't tell it in front of them," I joked and he smiled widely, flashing his perfect set of teeth. We soon reached his building and I realized that I was starving.
"I'm starving," I whined as I removed my heels and threw my bag. It was almost 6 pm and I was thankful it was a Friday. No work till Monday.
"Me too," he pulled me by my hand, peppering kisses on my shoulder, trying to remove my shirt button.
"I want food, Austin." I giggled as his beard tickled me.
"Alright, shall I order something?" he asked while I shook my head.
"I'll cook. Give me 30 minutes," I winked at him and disappeared into the kitchen. I started cooking spaghetti with red sauce and meatballs. Once I was done, I started setting the plates and took out the red wine from the refrigerator, placing it on the table, along with the wine glasses while he came down the stairs shirtless, wearing only his sweatpants that hung so low on his hips that I could see his pelvic bone. His hair was wet from the shower and I could smell his deep woody scent before he could come any closer to me. He looked so damn hot and I peeled my eyes from his body before he could catch me staring. I wouldn't hear the end of it.
"It smells delicious," he pulled me closer and kissed my cheeks, making me blush. I loved it when he kissed my cheeks.
"Mmmm...you smell delicious," I bit my lip while my hands went down to his ass and I squeezed it while he raised his eyebrows.
"You are such a tease," he breathed out, taking both my hands from his ass and he held it behind my back.
"Say the guy who is shirtless, showing off his abs," I pushed him away from me, making him chuckle. We started to eat and he didn't say a word about how it tasted. Was it that bad?
"Is it bad?" I pouted with a worried look on my face.
"No, sweetheart. It's amazing," he looked up and gave me a huge grin but he seemed to be lost in his thoughts and I kept playing with my food, wondering what was going on in his head.
"Talk to me, what's on your mind?" I asked, placing my hand on his.
"Does that guy bother you a lot? The one that I punched today?" he asked, making me burst into laughter.
"Oh my god, I was worried for a second. I thought it was something serious," I sighed in relief, shaking my head with a small smile.
"It is serious. He put his hands on my woman. Tell me," he said in a stern voice but all I could focus on was the fact that he called me 'His woman'.
"Dylan is just a jerk who wants to go out with me. He has been hitting on me since I joined the law firm," I explained and noticed his face becoming rigid.
"I'll make sure he comes nowhere near you, fucking asshole." He looked angry and I smiled at his concern.
"You probably scared him for good, don't worry," I said as I took my plate to the sink. I felt his presence behind me immediately and he pressed himself to my back.
"I don't like any guy being near you," he mumbled against my skin and I turned around, placing my hands on his chest. How can he have such a sculpted body? I have never seen him work out. I shook my thoughts away and looked up to see him gazing at me with an unfamiliar emotion.
"I told you I don't want anyone else, Austin," I assured him and he nodded silently, wrapping his arms around my body. I hugged him back, inhaling his scent that tickled my nostrils. God, it felt so good to be in his strong arms.
It felt like home.
"Shall we continue that conversation?" he asked and I pulled back immediately.
He and his stupid sharp memory.
"Let me do the dishes and clear out the table," I tried to pull away from him but his grip on my waist tightened.
"I'll do it, you wait for me upstairs." he kissed my collar bone and let go of me. I rushed upstairs in a hurry, my mind racing with a million thoughts about how to get out of this situation. Oh god, what if he throws me out of his house if I said I loved him? Okay, that was a bit extreme.
I didn't want him to say it back but at the same time, I didn't want to freak him out. I kept pacing around and immediately had an idea. I could distract him with sex. I rushed to the bathroom and pulled out my hair from my bun and ruffled it a bit to look sexier. I opened a few buttons of my shirt and pulled my skirt up. I came outside and sat on the bed, trying various sexy positions. Ugh, I looked pathetic. What the fuck was wrong with me? I took a deep breath and jumped when I heard the doorknob turning.
"Hey," I purred as I walked towards him while his eyes went wide.
"Wow..." he licked his lips and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started placing wet kisses on his neck, "Fuck, Emma. I thought we were gonna talk," he said in a strained voice as I trailed my hands from his chest, downwards. He stopped me from going any further and looked straight into my eyes.
"You are acting weird," Crap. I groaned and walked away from him.
"That obvious huh?" I pushed my hair back while he chuckled, making me sit on the bed.
"I know you, sweetheart." He winked, tucking my hair, behind my ears, " Also you don't have to try this much, I would fuck you even if you were wearing a trash bag," he smiled, making my heart go all crazy.
Awww, man.
"I know you are avoiding the conversation. You were okay with telling me earlier. What's stopping you now?" he asked and I noticed a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Oh my God, he knew.
"You know it don't you?" I gasped in shock and he tried to suppress his smile. I buried my face in embarrassment.
"Say it," he demanded with a small smile on his lips.
I wanted to wipe that stupid sexy smile off his face.
"You are an ass, there, I said it," I smirked, smacking his head.
"Ow...this is physical abuse." he chuckled, pushing me back on the bed and pinned my arms above my head. He looked down at me and kissed me so softly. There was something different about this kiss, it was so supple and gentle, like he was afraid to hurt me. I kissed him back, pouring all my love into that kiss. I guess actions do speak louder than words, his grip on my arms loosened and I wrapped it around his neck. He groaned against my kiss as I felt his hard-on.
"I can only be a gentleman for so long," he joked, making me laugh.
"I know how much of a gentleman you are, Mr.CEO," I replied, remembering our first kiss at the club. He sighed in content against my forehead and lay down next to me, pulling me closer, sideways so that we were spooning.
"God, you feel so good against me." he murmured against my hair and I rolled my eyes.
"Of course it feels good, you have my ass up against your dick," I replied, earning a throaty laugh from him.
"And I thought I was the one with a dirty mind," I giggled and my eyes fell on his guitar that hung on the wall. I turned around to face him.
"Do you play it? The guitar?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Thought you might never ask," he smiled and closed his eyes, "Well, I do play and sing," I could see his face go red in embarrassment and I looked at him in shock.
"Sing? Oh my god!" I shrieked as I sat up on the bed.
"Now you know even my deepest darkest secret," he stated and sat up on the bed.
"I want to hear you sing," I jumped from the bed and took his guitar from the wall. I heard him groan behind me but I paid no mind, "Come on, please." I used my puppy dog eyes and held out the guitar.
"It's been a long time, Emma. I would sound horrible now," he tried to give me lame excuses.
"It's okay, come one, just one song." I pouted and he sighed in defeat, taking the guitar from my hands.
"The things I do for you," he smiled and started doing some adjustments while I looked at him with wide eyes, "Alright, this one is for you," he winked and cleared his throat. He started to strum the strings, using the pick, his gaze never leaving me.
Well, I will call you darlin' and everything will be okay
'Cause I know that I am yours and you are mine
Doesn't matter anyway
In the night, we'll take a walk, it's nothing funny
Just to talk
Put your hand in mine
You know that I want to be with you all the time
You know that I won't stop until I make you mine
You know that I won't stop until I make you mine
Until I make you mine
"That's all I remember," he chuckled, placing the guitar on his lap. I had my mouth wide open, his smooth and sexy voice still ringing in my eardrums.
Holy fuck!
The butterflies in my stomach were bouncing and my heart was...well, I was not dead yet so it was still working fine I guess. I pushed the guitar aside and cradled his lap, crashing my lips to his. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me back.
"That was beautiful, Austin. I---I love you so much," I said it finally, pulling back as I looked into his beautiful hazel eyes.
"I would have sang earlier if that's what it took for you to say it," he teased, making me roll my eyes.
"Did I tell you I've always had a thing for guys who play guitar?" I had a sly look on my face as I buried my hands in his messy locks.
"Do you now?" he pushed me on the bed, kissing my neck. Well, he didn't say it back but he didn't have too. I was okay with it. I knew he felt something for me and he just needed just some time which was totally understandable.
Maybe, this was what they call as unconditional love, expecting nothing in return.
I moaned as his hands made their way inside my shirt and I closed my eyes, awaiting the pure bliss.
