“Yeah.” His wide gaze dropped to my stomach and then back to meet mine. “Fuckin’ amazing.”

It was. It really was.

Awareness of what I’d just done prickled at my skin, leaving me tangled in emotions even as my being split in two—the woman and the mother. It was a weird juxtaposition that sent those old flares of panic and vulnerability to my racing brain.

I tried to move Ward’s hand to my leg, but he returned it to my stomach. He pressed it in, and when Squish kicked, he grinned. “That’s fuckin’ wild.”

It was. It really was.

But not for the reason he was thinking.

Because while I worried that my swollen belly and the reminder I was pregnant with someone else’s child would sink into his brain and kill what we had—no matter how casual—Ward didn’t seem to be grappling with it. He didn’t seem to be working to find me attractive in spite of my pregnancy.

If the hard-on under my ass was any indication, he was just honestly attracted to me.

It didn’t make sense. Keeping a lonely woman company? Cool. Keeping a pregnant woman fed? Great. Having some sexy-fun-time when it literally showed up in his backyard? Pushing it, but okay.

But he’d come over. He’d pulled me onto his lap. He’d kissed me. And he was hard for me even though I knew he’d just come the night before, so it wasn’t like he was built up and desperate.

“Do you have a pregnancy kink?” I blurted out suddenly, needing to figure out his angle.

It wasn’t like he was some hideous asshole who needed to take any booty he could get. He could get anyone he wanted with his looks and, more importantly, his personality. The hottest of the hot. He didn’t need someone who was asleep by nine. Who rarely left the house. Whose idea of a good time was binge-watching a show that’d ended more than a decade ago.

He didn’t need to settle for used goods.

“No.” Ward smiled like he thought I was adorably nuts for asking. “I’ve got a Mac kink.” He lifted his hips, pushing his cock against me. “That said, hearing you say the word kink is damn sure a new kink.”

I wanted to explore that more. Especially if it involved watching him stroke his cock. Or, better yet, letting me finally touch or taste him.

Why hasn’t he?

Before I could suggest any of it, Ward’s phone vibrated.

He shifted me aside and pulled out his cell. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I knew it wasn’t good. His body tensed, and a moment later, he slid me off him. “I gotta go deal with something.”

“Everything okay?”