No one had ever talked to me this way—the kind of way that made me want to get off the pill right now, come what may. “Silas,” I breathed.
He kissed me hard, then pulled back just enough to keep talking.
“You want me to put one in you tonight?” he asked—and even though I knew it was impossible since I was on the pill, I couldn’t help but pray for a miracle. “Right now, June? In our bed…in our house?”
“Yes,” I breathed, dizzy from the heat of him, the promise of it. “Yes, Silas.”
“Then show me where,” he said. “Right fuckin’ now.”
I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the last door—the bedroom.
No more teasing. No more jokes.
Silas kicked the door shut behind us, and by the time I turned, he was already shrugging out of his shirt, already coming toward me like he meant to do exactly what he’d promised. I opened my arms, opened my heart, everything—and Silas came to me, kissed me, his thumb gliding over my cheekbone like I was something to be treasured.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. “And you’re mine.”
“All yours,” I said. “I always have been.”
He kissed me again, tongue pressing past my lips, into the cavern of my mouth. I moaned into him as he moved to untie my dress at the waist, to tug it from my shoulders. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath—I’d known where this wasgoing, if all went according to plan—and he smiled against my lips.
“You bring me here to seduce me?” he rumbled.
“I think you know why I brought you here.”
“To put a baby in you?”
I gasped when his hands found my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples. “Yes.”
He exhaled hard, like the words knocked something loose inside him…like the future had cracked open to reveal endless possibility. I let out a harsh breath when he suddenly spun me around, when I felt his cock through his jeans…his hard chest behind me, hands still on my breasts.
“Gonna fuck you so deep, baby,” he purred. “Gonna have you ridin’ this cock all night.”
“Yes…yes…”
“If you’re serious…I wanna fuckin’ marry you, June Fontenot. Soon as possible. I want a ring on your finger and I want you off the pill, you hear?”
God help me, I’d never wanted anything more.
Not just the sex—not just the heat building between us like a coming storm—but theeverythingof it. The way he said my full name like it was already written on a marriage certificate, the way he framed our future like it was inevitable.
Like he didn’t just want my body—he wanted my name on his mailbox, my toothbrush next to his, my body heat warming him through those rare winter nights.
“I hear you,”I whispered, rocking back against him. “I hear every word.”
I felt him move one hand to unbutton his jeans, the other moving down, down between my legs…finding my clit, stroking a slow circle around it. Silas smiled into the crook of my neck, lips brushing my ear.
“Jesus…you’re fuckin’ soaked, June,” he growled. “Turn you on that much to think about me puttin’ a baby in you?”
“Oh God?—”
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, June.”
“It’s not in vain,” I somehow managed to gasp out. “I’m praying for?—”
He pushed me just a couple steps closer to the bed, bent me over, my elbows catching me on the bedspread.
“Keep prayin’, baby,” he growled.
