“I’m going to come,” I warned, trying to keep the moment from ending too soon.
“Come for me, Daddy. Please come for me,” she whispered into my ear, her lips brushing against my cheek. My eyes pressed closed tightly.
“Tell me to pull out if you don’t want it inside you, gorgeous.” In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t put on a condom, after I’d sworn up and down to my sister that I didn’t want more kids less than four hours ago. But fuck, Rosie had made a liar out of me. I could have sworn her pretty pussy tightened up at my warning, as if she liked the idea of me cream pieing her perfect body.
“Don’t,” she panted. A sliver of disappointment shot through me that didn’t even surprise me at this point. How had this woman not only stolen my heart but shaken up my fundamental beliefs? “Stay… please stay inside. Don’t pull out.”
Her limbs tightened around me. Rosie’s long legs squeezed my waist, her arms around my neck pulling me closer, and I lost the fight. My seed shot out ribbon after ribbon, erupting through me and filling her little womb as I roared into the crook of her neck. Breathless, I slid off her and immediately pulled her into my side.
“Fuck,” I groaned, sounding like a grizzly bear.
“Yeah. That.” She laughed softly, lifting her head. Our eyes connected, and I braced. “That was… the best I ever had.” The sincere compliment made me feel like a goddamn king. A fucking superhero.
“That’s all you’ll ever have.” She blushed at my promise, and I knew in my soul she understood just how serious I was.
7.Rosie
Iwasn’t a fan of thunder and lightning.
Never had been.
I loved the rain and dancing out in it, taking a walk. But when thunder and lightning were around, if I was on location, it was in my contract that I had to be inside. It was something I had never grown out of. It didn’t matter that I was about to be thirty, thunder and lightning still made me jump like a scared little girl.
It set me on edge.
But sleeping with Caleb, wrapped up in his arms, the fear felt… a lot smaller.
I stared at the man sleeping next to me who had stolen my heart from the moment we’d bumped into one another. I’d not only lost my heart, but I had fallen in love. On the eve of some stupid speed dating thing we had both signed up for.
My hand rose, and my fingers delicately traced the line of his sharp jaw, taking in the salt-and-pepper scruff. Caleb Walker was beautiful. Handsome masculinity like I had never seen. And that was saying a lot. We’d talked after making love. About our lives and family. I told him about my sisters and mom. I’d even told him about how my dad had left to get milk the moment Iris, my baby sister, turned one and had never come back. Calebhad told me about how close he was with his sister and all about his daughter. Everything he told me about, including sharing pictures of his daughter and family, made me fall deeper and harder.
I wasn’t naïve. I knew men could use pictures to make themselves look good, but there was no denying how close he was to everyone he told me about, including his ex, when you looked at the pictures. He’d even shown me a picture of his ex with her new husband on a camping trip they’d gone on.
We’d talked about everything but what I did for a living. Somehow, without meaning to, I’d skirted around the whole career/job conversation. I glanced out the window. The lightning and thunder had stopped over an hour ago.
And the rain was gone now, too.
I glanced at the clock and chewed on my bottom lip.
“Morning,” he rumbled, his voice deep with sleep. My attention moved back to him, and I loved watching as his eyes opened slowly, giving me a glimpse of what it would be like to wake up next to him, staring into baby blue eyes for the rest of my life. I wanted that.Tell me you understand.His words from last night, the urgency in his voice for me to tell him I was his, had felt real. Honest. But maybe in the soft light of a new day, he would have a different opinion. “Fuck me,” he rumbled, and my eyes widened a little at the awe in his tone. “How are you so damn pretty?”
“Caleb—“
“I think you’re prettier in the morning than you were last night, baby.” I laughed.
“Oh, please.” I playfully rolled my eyes, not ignoring the way my chest contracted at the sincerity in his voice. “I probably look like a crazy person. My hair’s—“ His hand moved to my hair, and he shook his head.
“Perfect. You’re perfect.”
“There’s no such thing, Caleb,” I whispered. I knew that firsthand. I worked with people who were as close to symmetrically and physically perfect as there could be.
“You’re perfect for me.” His words left me feeling warm and silky on the inside.
“You don’t know me.”
“I do.” He grinned. “I know all about your sisters and your mom. About your best friends and the traditions you hold close and their new guys.”
“Caleb—“ I started to say, and when he smiled, it felt like my stomach wooshed down to my toes. God, he was so damn handsome.
