“They will be,” I agree, thinking of a wild child with Jagger’s spirit. “And a handful.”
His chest vibrates against my back when he laughs. “Maybe you’ll keep them calm. How many do you want?”
I scrunch my face as I consider it. “At least two...I think. I never thought about it since I wasn’t with anyone who made me want to have their children,” I admit to the man behind me.
“And now?”
The question has more weight than his tone suggests. It’s fine because he has voiced his desires enough for me to consider it.
“I got you something,” I tell him and wiggle out of his embrace and climb out of bed. I passed out after the shower and am equally naked.
“Are you trying to distract me with your ass,” he teases once I bend over to get something out of the luggage.
I would wiggle it and ask if it’s working but after the night we had I’m good for now. Instead, I laugh and get the package before he decides to grab me. I grab the wrapped gift and join him on the bed. Jagger looks at it then me, his face a mask of curiosity.
“Open it,” I prompt as I extend my hand.
Jagger rips it open without hesitation. I immediately wish I was prepared to take a picture because there’s this mix of gratitude, longing, and excitement on his face that makes him look youthful and carefree like a kid on Christmas.
“A book of baby names?”
I nod. “I have an appointment scheduled to remove my implant.” I shrug when his smile deepens. “Meanwhile, I figured I’d let you feel like you had a say on the name then pull the I-created-the-child trump card later.”
Jagger laughs and pushes me down on the bed. He hovers over me with a big smile on his face. His whiskey eyes sparkle happiness and I try to imagine how he’d react if I were already pregnant.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he announces.
I turn my head and cover my face. “No! I haven’t brus—"
His mouth clamps down on my nipple. I moan from the pleasure his teeth and tongue are giving me. Jagger nips and kisses his way down my torso then pauses to look up at me.
“I wasn’t talking about there.”
He emphasizes his point by taking a leisurely lick up my slit while maintaining eye contact. That familiar tingle washes through my body as Jagger does what I feel his tongue was made to do.
* * *
“It’s my turn,”he tells me once I emerge from the bathroom.
“Your turn for what? I literally just showered and got dressed,” I tell him, alarmed.
Jagger smirks at me and steals a kiss. “If I was talking about sex, what you just said wouldn’t matter. I meant it’s my turn to plan our date. Ready to be wined and dined tonight?”
His question sparks my interest and I perk up. My stomach growls because he turned the morning into a foreplay fest that blew past breakfast.
“Yes,” I coo. “But lunch first.”
The smell of cooked food is divine and I’m not surprised to find Oran eating when we make it to the dining area.
“It took you two long enough,” he grumbles around bites.
“Where’s Ainslee?” I ask since I don’t see her anywhere.
“Still sleeping,” he answers before he bites his bread.
“Still?” I look at the clock on my phone and when my eyes snap to Oran’s he winks.Ohhhh!“Um...gotcha. How’s the lasagna?”
Jagger and I sit to be served while I wait for Oran to finish chewing to answer me. “Good,” he sighs. “Damn close to home.”
