Fucking hell. It should not be this hard to be around a woman. Before…before I had women falling at my feet. I barely had to talk to one. Now I don’t know what to say to one when she makes a comment about not being able to see my face. I’m pretty sure I hurt her feelings and that’s the last thing I wanted. Shit. Why not just call a spade a spade? The truth is that for the first time in years I want to stick my dick in a woman. I don’t know why it’s happening and more importantly, I resent that it’s happening.

Of all the women in the world my dick had to come back to life for, it had to be Hayden. A pregnant woman with a world of trouble and eyes that beg for forever should not be where I plant my dick. But, I’m drawn to her in ways I can’t explain. I want her as I’ve never wanted another woman, and apparently, she’s going to be the only woman to get a rise out of my dick right now. I thought after Jan, I would have fucking wised up when it came to women. Apparently, I thought wrong. I've been hard all fucking night. Having Hayden's ass pressed against me, even wearing sweatpants has been pleasure and hell. I should have left. Hell, I should leave now. Instead, I'm walking towards the bathroom where Hayden ran to. I'm doing it while knowing it's a mistake, even knowing I shouldn't.

"Hayden, I…" whatever I was going to say flees from my mind. I'm struck dumb by what I see when I open the door. Hayden is standing by the shower, the water running in the background, in nothing but a red bra and this lace covered cloth that I guess is what women call panties. I’ve never been one to pay much attention to what women wear. The goal was always to get them naked quickly and have my fun. Right now, I think I might have missed out, because seeing what is on Hayden is hot. It’s like Christmas wrapping on the biggest gift under the tree. The fabric is shaped like shorts, hugging her hips, stretching over her fucking ass like a second skin, and leaving the cheeks to curve out and taunt me. The hard-on I've had all night, feels like a fucking hammer slamming against concrete now. Physically painful, throbbing, and in need of relief that nothing short of slamming into Hayden over and over, and over will alleviate it. The one hope I have is when she turns around to face me. That should help. That will instantly cool down this raging wildfire she's started raging inside of me. It has to, because it will remind me that she's pregnant, that she's not mine, and that she's more trouble than she's worth.

Only that's not what happens. It's not even close. Hayden turns around, and I can see her rounded stomach that begins in a slight curve under her bra and bows out, over the delicate lace material that hides her from me. Her pregnancy does nothing to freeze my balls and shrink my cock back to normal, so I can manage to walk out of here.

Hayden's frightened gasp doesn’t stop the need that's boiling inside of me either. My eyes are glued to her stomach. I don't see how she's carrying a baby in there. There doesn't seem like there would be enough room for a child to be resting inside of her. I should turn around and leave. I should stop tormenting myself, and yet, I can't. I'm in deep shit here and the time for running and taking cover is gone. My resistance is gone. Hayden is beautiful and seeing her standing in front of me, it doesn't bother me she's pregnant. Fuck, I'm thinking that makes her even more beautiful and that scares the shit out of me.

"Michael!" she cries, and it brings me out of the stupor I seem to have put myself in.

I drag my eyes from her stomach and the swell of her breasts—and how they lean heavily out of the confines of her bra, demanding to be set free. She pulls a towel down from a shelf and covers her body as best she can. I tighten my hands into fists to keep from yanking it away.

"We need to talk," I tell her, which is stupid. Talking is the last thing I want to do. What the fuck happened to my balls? When did I turn into this man who didn't just take what he wanted?

Maybe it's because of Hayden's past. I don't know what it is, but I know it has to be traumatic. I thought it was because she is pregnant, but considering looking at her stomach has pre-cum sliding down the shaft of my cock, I'm pretty sure that's not it. Pushing my hand through my hair, pulling it away from my face, I’m frustrated, angry, confused, and horny. I'm so fucking horny I can't think; it's not possible because all the blood is surging into my dick.

"Then go back into the bedroom. I'll meet you in there," she orders, her cheeks blushed a bright red, her gray-blue eyes shining with embarrassment.

I suddenly crave to see them shine with something different. How would they look deep tinted in desire…for me?

“I want to kiss you.” Shit. That’s not what I meant to say. It’s not even all that I want to do, but at least I had enough brain cells left not to blurt out that I wanted to fuck her like a wild animal.

“I need to…What?” she gasps and call me crazy, but it fucks with your mind when a woman looks at you like you’re insane when you tell her you want to kiss her. “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Michael. I don’t think it would be good at all,” she says, standing up and looking around like she needs a place to run. I’m not sure why that should make my dick jerk against the confines of my pants, but it does.

"We've kissed before," I remind her, and I can actually see the panic flare in her eyes as they widen in surprise.

"And that was a mistake. It's made our friendship weird."

"Funny, I was thinking the fact we both have more baggage than the JFK Airport has done that."

"When you decide to talk, you just go all out don't you?" she sighs. She puffs air through her lips and it causes her bangs to blow away from her face, before slowly fluttering back down. "I'm the one with the baggage and my baggage is dangerous. Too dangerous for you to be around me, Michael. You've already put a target on your back after yesterday."

"It's not the first time, and it probably won't be the last. None of that has anything to do with the fact that I want to kiss you right now, Hayden."

"It's not a good idea."

"You've said that. I just don't happen to agree," I tell her, walking towards her. I watch as her body tenses up and she stares at me, then at the door, already bringing her eyes back to me, as if sizing up if she could make it to the door before I stop her. She can't, and remarkably I find myself smiling at the thought.

"Michael—"

"It's just a kiss, Hayden. What's the harm in a kiss?" I tell her, my voice dropping down to just above a whisper when I'm standing in front of her. My hand curves against her neck, my thumb brushes against her jawline, and my fingers tangle into her hair as I press them against the back of her neck. I can feel her body shudder against me, see her lips slowly part, and her eyelids begin to close. She may be protesting, but Hayden wants this kiss too. She craves my kiss.

That's my last thought before our lips touch. When she lets out a small whimper right before her tongue pushes into my mouth and seeks out mine, a feeling of victory erupts inside of me.

Fuck everything else. This right here is the first thing that has felt good to me in so long that I don't give a shit about anything else right now. I'm just taking this while it's here.