Free Expecting Him by Scarlet Corrine

I knew it was going to happen, but when the knock on the door announces him with thundering, cocksure boldness, it makes my heart pound. Standing on unsteady legs I rush to open it. The baby is sleeping. I'm afraid another resounding knock will wake him, or worse, draw attention from the neighbors. He’s standing there smiling, leaning against the door frame as if he belongs here. He’s wearing that sinister, all too knowing grin that makes me weak, though his eyes are dark—deadly even, as he looks me over.
    My eyes drift over him, drinking in the sight of his tall, lean form that fills out his faded blue jeans with such perfection it makes my thighs impulsively rub together.
    " Hey, I was in the neighborhood," he smiles again. It's not even the least bit true. His gaze moves past me to the faintly lit house beyond, as if examining it.
    "I take it your husband isn’t at home tonight?"
    There’s a lump in my throat making it hard to swallow. I move back shaking my head as I hold the door open wider in an unspoken invitation. He doesn't step in.
    "You— you know he's not," I stutter. I want to risk a look up and down the street to see who might notice him standing there, but I refrain. I don't dare take my eyes off him. Not even for a second.
    His lips twist into a smirk . His laugh is a brief snort through his nose, and he nods in agreement. "I know he's not."
    My arm is heavy, still holding open the door. I find myself wanting to slam it on him, but wanting to drag him inside as well.
    He arches his eyebrows at me in question, "And…?"
    I tilt my chin up at him with hesitation. It's unfair, what he's doing. He knows I can’t resist even though I know I should. Through trembling lips, I whisper, "Would you like to come inside for a little while?"
    He cocks his head towards me with a searching gaze as if he didn’t hear me. “What was that? Speak up, girl.”
    Clearing my throat, I feel my skin heat with a blush. He’s going to make me beg. Bastard . “Please. Please, come inside and stay with me for a bit.”
    He straightens up at once. His smile is devastating as he steps past me close enough to brush against my already aroused body in the narrow space. The earthy scent of leather and spice lingers around me after he passed me by. I breathe it in deep. A hint of a smile tilts the corner of my mouth.
    He is inside the house before I can change my mind. I know I should have slammed the door on him. I should have turned the deadbolt, and kept him out.
    Like I need too.
    Like I can't.
    I close it behind him swiftly, leaning my quivering form against the solid oak door. Locking it. Twice.
    By the time I turn around to face him, he has already made himself quite comfortable, sitting on the couch in my husband’s usual spot. His eyes wander over my body as if he owns it. My heart races as I approach.
    Why am I not running away?
    I’m like a moth drawn to the flame. I know it will burn. It will hurt. But the heat and attraction is too great resist.
    "May I get you something to drink?"
    Help me escape. Give me a reason to leave the room and regain my sanity before I allow this to happen.
    “No,” h e shakes his head, dismissing the question as if he knew I was looking for a way out, his dark eyes staring with intensity into mine. "How have you been?" he asks.
    Weak kneed , I sink down into the nearest chair, though if I were honest with myself, I’d rather crawl to him like a bitch in heat.  Across from him, keeping some distance between us, I tuck my hair behind my ears. I feel like I can regain my strength. Find a way to resist.
    "I've been okay. Busy! So very busy..." I laugh like we’re two old friends catching up.
    This is a little better. I can do this.
    "He's growing so fast. My little boy is crawling now and into everything! I can barely keep up at times. It's a game changer. Every single day is something new and…"
    He cuts me off. "Looks like your tits got bigger."
    I can't help but glance down, shocked.