Chapter 52

“What?” I don’t understand. My body is brimming with desire and longing. I’m seconds away from self-combusting, and he’s putting the brakes on?! He sits up, so his back is turned slightly toward me.

What the hell, Jake?

“I can’t do this! Shit!” Jake slides away and gets out of bed, adjusting himself in his boxers and walking off toward the en suite at a fast pace.

“Jake, what the hell?!” I snap after him, suddenly self-conscious, hauling the bed sheets over my naked upper half, the shame of rejection coursing through me. A sob hits my throat as I’m filled with self-doubt, but Jake spins at the bathroom door.

“It’s the baby, Emma… It’s weird. As soon as I touched your stomach, it was all I could think about, and I’d be fucking you while it was in there. Not to mention it can’t be safe!” He sounds angry, tense, and annoyed at himself mostly. He switches on the bathroom light and flops back against the door frame, running an agitated hand through his hair, looki