“I don’t know.”
I pause, pulling back a little to check if she’s joking or if I went too far. Her eyes are closed, her breathing soft but shallow.
“Mia? Look at me.” My voice is sharper, and it feels like it takes an eternity for her to open them. “Was I too rough?”
The thought makes my chest burn. I could never hurt her—not intentionally. I’d rather fucking die. I want her to love when I touch her, consume her, when I give her what she wants, what she’ll beg for.
She was made to take my pleasure, but if I’ve pushed her too far?—
“No.” She kisses my jaw. “You never give me more than I can take.”
My cock aches at that soft confession, whispered like sin while the early morning sun bathes her in radiance. I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I’ll never stop treating her like the prize I somehow convinced the universe to let me hold.
I shift her in my arms, her weight pressing against my chest. Her body is limp, trembling with the aftershock of what I did to her. I never want to let her go, but I need to clean her up and feed her.
I carry her into the bathroom and set her down on the bench next to the shower. She watches me as I turn the water on. Steam curls into the room, quickly fogging the mirror over the basin.
“It’ll happen, you know?” she says, quiet but certain. I cut a glance over my shoulder. Her eyes are fierce, measured. “I’ll get pregnant.”
The tone of her voice feels like a fist in my gut. She shouldn’t be worrying. I’m the one who is failing her. I’m the one who hasn’t given her this.
I crouch in front of her, my hands resting on her knees. “You will.”
I’m firm when I say it. I believe it’ll happen. It’s just not happening fast enough for me.
Her eyes crinkle a fraction. “Because you’re not going to stop fucking me until I am?”
“Exactly.” I kiss her forehead, pulling her into me like I can take this weight off her shoulders. “I’ve already seen you in my dreams carrying our baby.”
She raises her brow. “You have?”
“Of course.” I slip my hand under her shirt to her belly. She’s soft under my palm, warm. My beautiful wife. I can’t wait to feel her grow. I brush my lips over the corner of her mouth. “We’re going to have everything we want, sweetheart. I promise.”
I don’t know how to accept anything else. Every time I’ve wanted something in life, I’ve grabbed it. Jobs, career, even her.
Mia’s hand covers mine. “I want this so much, Jensen.”
The lump in my throat is trying to suffocate me, I swear. “And you’ll have it.” I’ll do everything to make it happen. “Let me clean you up, sweetheart. You can’t walk around with my cum dripping down your thighs all day.”
The way her nose wrinkles is fucking adorable. I help her stand so I can take her shirt off. Bared to me, I take in every inch of her. I can’t resist dipping my head and kissing her breast. Myteeth graze over the hard bud, enjoying the gasp she makes and the way her fingers tangle through my hair.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, squeezing the pillowy softness in my hand.
“Jensen, shower—remember?”
Her protest is smothered under her moan. I kiss the other nipple. I wouldn’t want it feeling neglected, and then I grasp her chin. The way she looks at me… Fuck. I want to be inside her again, but she already looks wrecked. Cock drunk.
Instead, I pull her in for a searing kiss.
“I love you,” I rasp the words like I’m invoking the cosmos to dare challenge it. I’m nothing without her.
“I love you more,” she says.
“Impossible.” And I’m not joking. I know she loves me—she shows it every day—but she has no idea how unstable I am when it comes to her.
Or the lines I would cross for her.
She has no idea the hundred micro-tasks I carry out every day to keep her safe and happy.
