“Sylvester Lawson.”
“A strong name.” An image of a dark-haired little boy or girl pops into my mind. “Lawson’s a cool name.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Assuming, you know, you want kids.” I do not sound casual.
“I’d like kids. If the right woman wanted to have them with me.”
I suck in a breath through my teeth. “Ooh, she might be hard to find.”
“Or . . . she might be right here.”
My heart stops. Is he proposing?
“When I ask you to marry me,” he says like he’s reading my mind, “it’ll be with a ring and more romance than lying in bed after a sex-fest. But it’s going to be you that I ask.”
Giddiness fills me. He wants to be with me. The man who’s seen me at my worst and at my frumpiest wants to spend his life with me. “Okay. Until then, I’ll figure out the answer.”
“Do you want kids?” His question is hesitant.
“Do I want a Lawson Foster?” Using our connected hands, I pull him on top of me. The towel for my hair falls to the floor, and he nestles between my legs, keeping his weight off me. “You gotta admit—has a nice ring to it.”
“It does. Sylvester Foster?”
I laugh. “Sylvie Foster?”
“Damn, sugar. That’s a good one.” His erection nudges against my leg. If I shifted, he could slide inside, but I don’t. Our conversation sounds lighthearted, but it’s serious. We’re working out our future.
“Both are very good names,” I say softly. “How do we decide?”
“I don’t know.” He lines kisses along my jaw and down my neck. “Maybe we have to have more than one.”
“Assuming I say yes.”
“And that’s after I propose.” He drags his mouth back up to nibble at my ear.
Shivers race across my body. How can I be ready to go again? “Of course.”
“I think you should move in with me.”
Pure happiness fills me full enough to float away. Yesterday, my world was spinning out of control and I was at the end of my rope. “Are you going to ask me that someday too?”
He touches his lips to mine. “I’m asking now. Want to move in? I have a big closet.” He scoots down and takes my nipple into his mouth.
I arch into him. “How do you know I won’t use you for your big... closet?”
He flicks his tongue across my sensitive skin and smiles against me when I grind into him. “I have a lot of big things you can use me for.”
“I’m going to have to think hard about it.”
He switches to the other side and slides his hand between us. I hiss when his fingertip hits my clit. Just as I think my pussy can’t take more, pleasure carries me away.
“Okay,” I gasp as he notches the broad tip of his cock at my entrance. “I’ll move in.”
He thrusts in and out, his hips pumping underneath the blankets. “Go ahead and think about that longer. I’m going to take my time convincing you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
