After The One (The One Series Duet) by Danielle Allen Page B

my eyes at him, his laugh spread warmth through me.
    I could feel the confusion on my face as he continued to look at me in total amusement. “Even Lenny is here?”
    “Even Lenny is here.”
    “I haven’t seen my best friends in forever and I’m being a terrible host! I thought just your boys were down there.” I threw my hands up in the air in mock frustration. “You can’t come up here looking like that and seduce me when we have a house full of guests!”
    He made his way to the mirror and adjusted himself. “I seduced you? You were the one waving that ass around. You know how I can’t resist it.”
    I eyed him. “And you know I can’t resist you.”
    His dark denim jeans, plain white t-shirt, and fitted grey blazer looked incredible on him.
    Julian was undeniably sexy. From the way he moved to the way he spoke to the way he dressed, Julian managed to make everything he did call out to my mind, my body, and my soul. On top of that, the clothing he chose to adorn his magnificent body always looked like it was custom made just for him.
    Well the blazer was custom made just for him, but still.
    He adjusted the crotch of his jeans once more as he turned to face me. His grin stretched from ear to ear. “Well if you can’t resist me and I can’t resist you, maybe we should stop putting up a fight and give in to the feeling.”
    With a giggle, I picked up my clutch from the carpeted floor; I didn’t even realize how or when it had ended up there. “But,” I paused, letting the clenching feeling deep in my core pass. “They’re waiting on us.” I sounded breathy and unsure…and completely horny. I ripped my eyes from his lips and tried to look more convincing than I sounded.
    Yep. Saved it.
    I gave myself a mental high-five until Julian licked his lips as if he heard the hesitation in my voice.
    I swallowed hard.
    Without warning, Julian lurched toward me and I squealed before attempting to take off running out the door. As soon as the door opened, the music thumping through the house greeted me. Julian grabbed me from behind, pulling me into his body, my back to his front. He had one hand splayed across my belly and one over my heart.
    “Don’t run. I don’t want you to slip and fall.” His lips skated across the back of my neck before landing right behind my ear. He kissed and nibbled on my skin for a second before he added with his voice lowered, “I don’t want anything to happen to you or our baby.”
    I melted. He made my heart swell.
    “I got you.” Julian lifted me and held me steady until I could get back on my feet. “You okay?”’
    I looked back at him. “I was swooning.”
    He laughed loudly, smacking me on my ass as he let me go.
    “I love you,” I said, intertwining my hand with his. I looked at him, attempting to have a serious moment as he continued to be entertained by my swoon. “And I love that you said that, because I am so enamored with…our poem.” I stretched out the word ‘poem’ hoping Julian would understand that I was using it as code for ‘baby’.
    “Poem?” Julian questioned, his brows furrowed as we descended the staircase.
    Come on, love. You did not have that much to drink.
    I touched my belly. “Our poem.”
    His eyes widened. “Oh!” He nodded as he grinned at me. “I like that.”
    “I was worried you weren’t on the same page as me.”
    “Well, counselor, in my defense, this is the first time you’ve ever referred to our…poem as a poem.”
    I poked him in his side as we landed on the first floor of the house. “Or Scott must be playing bartender because he always makes the drinks extra strong.”
    “Speaking of extra strong drinks, how are you going to distract from the fact that you’re not drinking?”
    “I’ll just say I can’t afford the empty calories.” I winked. “See, I have a plan.”
    “Oh speaking of a plan, the honeymoon is planned and booked.”
    All the air left my lungs as I stopped on the bottom step. My heart