Bella gasped, eyes flashing with protective rage. "No! You wouldn't!" But even as she protested, her feet began to move toward him—reluctantly, hesitantly.
"Closer," he said, voice softer now but heavier.
She hesitated again, her bottom lip puffed in a pout. Her heart raced as she thought of her poor plushies—her babies. Finally, she stepped closer. Then he murmured again, "More."
And before she realized, she was standing between his thighs, close enough to feel the heat of his body. Her breath caught as her gaze dropped for a moment—just a second too long and then his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her swiftly into his lap.
Her body tensed, eyes going wide as the chair groaned beneath them.
"D-Don't do anything to my plushies," she warned, placing her hands on his shoulders to balance herself, flustered and unsure if she wanted to push him away or hold on tighter.
