I bobbed my head. “Just found out this morning.”
“So…” His head lowered to the floor. “I…”
I’d never seen Drake so at a loss for words before. The man always had an answer for everything.
“Yeah, Drake. It happenedthatnight.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, scrubbing a hand at his jaw, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”
He stepped out from between my legs and started pacing the kitchen, tugging at his tie. “What do you want to do? I understand if you don’t want to keep it.” He halted long enough to say, “That night… I was so fucking out of my mind. You must have felt like I?—”
“Drake, you didn’t take advantage of me. You couldn’t help what happened to you.”
He glanced at the test again, then at me. “So, what do you want to do? It’s your decision.”
Did he feelthatbad about almost choking me to death that he thought there was another option? Or did he not want to have kids with me?
“I’m keeping the baby.”
He released a deep sigh. “Baby. That sounds so?—”
“Weird? I know. I’m still adjusting to the idea of being a mother. I thought I’d have more time.”
Drake scooped me into his arms, sealing my lips with a kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and tangled with mine, and every nerve ending set on fire.
When our lips separated, he said, “Marry me.”
“What? No, you don’t mean it.”
“You heard me, woman. Marry me.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m pregnant with your baby.”
“No, I’m not. You’re the love of my life. The only woman I have ever loved.” He put his hand on my stomach and smiled. “Have my children. Help me fill this house with love and family.”
My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. “Of course I’ll marry you. I love you, too.”
He lifted me into his arms, wrapped my legs around him, and carried me to the elevator. Inside, he pinned my back to the wall and kissed me again. We rode to the top floor, tangled up in each other, our mouths joined. He didn’t break the kiss when the elevator dinged and got off on the top floor.
All the way to his bedroom, he took turns kissing my lips and neck without breaking stride. He lowered me onto his bed and pried my thighs apart, standing above me with hunger in his eyes.
I ripped off his tie and draped it around my neck.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered and inched my shirt up my stomach. “I want you to wear my tie and nothing else.”
I moaned as his lips ghosted the skin above my waistband. He flipped open the button on my jeans and inched the pants down my thighs along with my panties. A man on a mission, Drake wasted little time, quickly removing all of my clothing. Then, he stopped to appraise my naked body and licked his lips.
The red tie sat right over my nipples, which he shoved out of the way when he dove in to suck the tiny bud into his mouth. I whimpered as his tongue brushed my sensitive skin. This seemed to encourage him to keep going and find his place between my legs. With two fingers shoved inside me, he bent down to roll his tongue over my clit.
When he pulled away, I groaned at the loss of his heat, desperate for more. He sat up and stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. His pants and boxers were next to go.
And then, he was climbing on top of me, pinning my back to the mattress. His lips were on mine, kissing me impatiently. He tasted of red wine and pizza and smelled like his usual spicy cologne.
Gazing into my eyes, he rubbed his cock along my wet slit. “This time, I’ll be with you all the way. I promise. It will never be like the last time.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “Never again.”
