"I love you now," Sloan countered.
She smiled then wanted to see his reaction to her cravings. "And as for my weird cravings. Sid made Katrina and me some chicken nuggets, and we dipped them in chocolate frosting."
Sloan gave her a disgusted frown. “Sid actually made that without bitching?”
“He did,” Becky grinned, then smirked. “I think he was trying to make up for what he said in the kitchen. He actually came in while you were gone and apologized to me and Katrina.”
“Good,” Sloan said with a nod, then his eyes lowered which she noticed they kept doing.
Becky frowned looking down at her breasts. "Why are you looking at my boobs?"
"Why wouldn't I be looking?" Sloan cocked an eyebrow before winking. Then his gaze dropped again. "They're fuller."
"My bra does feel tighter, and they are very sensitive." Becky glanced down. "I don't remember this happening this soon when I was pregnant before." She replied, then rested her hand on her stomach.
"Slade said the doctor will be here today," Sloan told her, placing his hand over hers.
Becky nodded, then bit her lip as she looked at him. "Did you talk to him?" she whispered, watching his golden eyes darken immediately. She knew Sloan would know exactly who she meant. She hated bringing it up now, but how could she not?
"Yes." Sloan sat up. "He's being transferred here where I can interrogate him further with Adam in the room."
"Daniel was right, wasn't he?" Becky frowned. "They were using me to try to duplicate someone like him."
"Yes," Sloan answered, reaching for her. "But they failed.”
Becky nodded as tears welled in her eyes. "Sorry." She wiped a tear away. "Guess I should've mentioned I get really emotional, too. I can go from bitchy to crybaby in seconds." She laughed and cried at the same time, but the sobs won out. "Dammit."
Standing, Sloan carefully picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Still holding her, he turned on the shower andchecked the temperature before stepping under the water. It was as if he knew exactly what she needed and that was to be held and cared for.
Becky was an independent woman. She'd always taken care of herself...until Sloan. At first it had been hard letting go of some of that independence, but in this moment, she welcomed him without complaint. She needed his strength because, obviously, she was still dealing with everything that had happened to her.
Sloan lowered her to her feet, then began lathering her with soap. Once her body was clean, she tried to do the same for him, but he stopped her. Instead, he shampooed her hair, rubbing her scalp until she moaned in pleasure. God, that felt so good. Turning her so her back faced the water, she leaned her head back as the warm spray rinsed away the suds. She jumped when she felt his mouth latch onto one of her nipples. He always knew exactly what she needed.
Turning her around, he placed her hands against the shower wall before pulling her hips back toward him. He slipped inside her, making her hiss in pleasure.
"I will never get enough of you," he growled as his hands squeezed her ass before moving to her hips as he began to thrust inside her.
Becky loved this position, and he knew it. It made her feel feminine with Sloan completely in control. He was careful with her, always, but she could feel his control slipping as his thrusts came faster. One hand left her hip to cup her breast with a gentle squeeze before sliding lower to her sweet spot. That was all it took. She lost herself again. Every thought of what had happened to her disappeared, if only for that moment, and shewelcomed it. She loved Sloan even more for giving her that peace.
CHAPTER 23
Sloan walked out of the small room and into his office. After the shower, Becky had started to feel nauseous which made him feel like fucking shit. He shouldn’t have taken her again in the shower, but fuck feeling her wet soapy body under his hands was his kryptonite. Hell, she was his kryptonite. He actually grinned at that thought. She had made him watch all the Superman movies and now here he was using movie slang.
Walking toward the door to his office he unlocked it, then walked to his desk. While Becky was laying down he had work to catch up on. When he came in last night, or actually a little after midnight Slade had been passing. Sloan filled him in on what he found out, which wasn’t much and that’s when Slade had talked to him about Becky. It seemed his mate had gone to the doctor for help asking him for a favor. That favor was pretty much for Slade to tell him it was fine to fuck his mate.
A smile curved his lips at the thought. Slade had chuckled, but reassured Sloan he could not hurt the baby by having sex. He also informed Slone that a lot of women, if the husband is lucky, will have an overwhelming increased libido...in Becky’sterm...horny. Sloan was very okay with that information. He and Becky had a very open and honest sex life. He had fucked his woman in every way there was to fuck her. She welcomed it all and wanted more, actually suggested a few things that shocked him and yet, turned him on so fucking much he actually had to control himself with her. She was human, he was not.
His cock hardened just thinking about their sex life and he wished he hadn’t unlocked his office door. Not that he would wake Becky to have sex with her again while she was resting, but he could relieve the ache in his cock from the images swimming in his head.
Sloan cursed as he started checking messages on his phone hoping if he focused on work his hard-on would disappear. Keeping his mind off Becky was near impossible, but he knew any minute his door was going to open. As if he manifested it, the door opened and in walked Adam with Steve following close behind.
“Hey boss,” Steve said with his normal smile. “How’s Becky feeling?”
Sloan stared at Steve for a long minute. This kid was one of a kind that was for sure, and a damn good Warrior. He was fucked up in the head, goofy as fuck, but he had a good heart. Jesus, he was getting soft. What the actual fuck was wrong with him?
“She’s good, thanks.” Sloan grumbled, but then found himself asking. “How’d your trip go?”
Steve looked a little shocked as he stopped mid stride, his eyes wide as he looked around then back to Sloan. “It, ah, was great.” Steve replied slowly. “Drew had a blast.”