Bear My Babies

“Just breathe and sit down.” Thomas led her to the couch and helped her sit. He went to get her some water as she wheezed. Between crying, being embarrassed, and not able to catch her breath, she started panicking more and the cycle continued becoming more volatile.

“Can’t control it, sorry, Thomas.” She managed to get short phrases out between breaths and then he was back in front of her. She desperately wanted to explain this was out of her control. He’d sat beside her on the couch and he had both her shoulders in his strong hands.

“Look at me.”

Melissa managed to look at him and tried to concentrate on his eyes. They were full of concern. She thought maybe her breathing was starting to calm down and then he kissed her.

For a while, he simply held his mouth against hers and waited. Her breathing calmed down to a normal speed, although it was faster than her normal breath because he was so close. He moved to open his mouth and the tightness in her chest started to break away. Pushing his tongue inside her mouth, his hands came to her sides and she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck. Her heart stopped trying to beat out of her chest and the hormones she’d been putting into her body sprang into action, warming her belly and lower from the desire he was spreading through her. Then he pulled away just as quickly as he started it.

They simply looked at each other for a few seconds before he stood and moved all the way across the room.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what to do. I was worried you were going to pass out or something.”

“No, that was apparently what I needed to calm down,” Melissa said, feeling her lips tingle from the kiss and her thighs tingle from the need.

“We might as well have some physical contact before we make a baby, right?” His smile seemed forced and she wondered if he regretted his actions. It frustrated her how much that thought saddened her.

“Yes, maybe you’re right.” Melissa smiled. It was apparent the kiss had been a lot hotter to her than it was to him. He’d just been trying to get her to calm down. It was okay, she could totally blame her hormones for wanting him to take her on the couch, the floor, the table, the wall, or any other surface they could find.

“I have a late night meeting tonight to talk about Hilary’s campaign. The guys at work and I get together to have drinks and a think tank. I can cancel if you need someone to stay and guard you from that crazy man.”

At the mention of Hilary, she was brought back down to reality a bit. Oh yes, the hot rich woman with the model’s body he was seeing. She wanted to ask if Hilary would be there, but she held her tongue.

“No, he won’t come back. He’s a one desperate show a night kind of guy. I can lock up tight and he’ll never get in. If he comes back and makes any noise for any reason, my neighbors will call the police. Besides, I promised Tilly I would go out with her, remember? All dressed up and all. Go to your meeting and thanks tonight, for everything.”

“Right, Tilly. I forgot. I’ll just be going.” He watched her face, his smile getting wider before he moved away from the couch and toward the door.

She walked back to her bedroom and waited until he’d left before going to deadbolt the door. A nice, long, hot bath was just what she needed and she was going to have bubbles, candles, music, and wine while she still could.

***

Thomas dropped his driver off for the night and took the car back out to the office. His favorite nights were boy’s nights. It was exhilarating when they thought of things to improve the company and it was relaxing when they just shot the sh*t. It was really good for work morale, but it was good for the men he worked with to see him in a light other than boss. He didn’t know many companies where you could get together after hours on purpose and be excited about it.

His mind went to Melissa. As it always did. He’d really been worried about her when he’d kissed her. Her face had a sheen of sweat on it, and her skin was pale. She had no idea he already knew about her ex, but seeing her reaction to him he figured he didn’t know everything. He worried about her and fingered his phone, wanting to send her a text just to see how she was doing. Hopefully, she wasn’t lying and really did go out with Tilly. He knew she would be taken care of if she was with Tilly and not at home alone where her psycho ex could show up. Even though she said he was a one performance night kind of guy, there were always times when a crazy and desperate guy would try again. His lips tingled when he thought of the kiss.

It had been a spur of the moment thing, but once he was kissing her, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed it too much. She tasted sweet and her vulnerability from having a near panic attack warmed him. She trusted him, and allowed him to calm her down just with a single touch. A touch he couldn’t wait to do again. November wasn’t going to come soon enough. That damning kiss wasn’t supposed to happen though, but he found himself wondering why not? They were going to have s*x in a couple months and he couldn’t even kiss her without freaking out? Maybe now that it was out of their systems for the moment, they could go back to living normally until it was time to start trying. Fat chance, he thought, ready and willing to do it again and sooner better than later.