It felt very much like his whole life had been headed in her direction and he’d finally landed in the right spot to make her his.
He kissed her like his life depended on it and that made him hard for her. He was always hard for her whenever he thought about her or she was in close proximity.
He broke the kiss and met her hungry gaze. “You know how much I love it when you’re wearing nothing but my shirt.”
She bit that bottom lip again. “Uh huh.”
“I think I want my shirt back.” He stood, pulling her up with him, then he dipped his shoulder and hauled her over it. With his hand on her very fine ass, he walked out of the kitchen toward their bedroom.
“What are you doing?”
“I want my shirt and you naked beneath me. You ready?” He dumped her on the bed with her back hitting the mattress with a bounce and her giggling. “Damn, I love that smile.” He ran his hands up both her legs. “Take off my shirt.”
She did and threw it at him.
He caught it, inhaled her scent and his mixed into the fabric, and grinned himself. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She pulled her knees up and let them fall wide. Her pussy glistened, beckoning him to fill her up. “Show me.”
He shoved his boxer briefs down his legs, kicked them off, then practically dove for her, covering her body with his, kissing hersenseless, as he thrust his aching cock deep inside her. She felt so good. So tight. So right. So his.
He got lost in her scent, the kiss, the rhythm of their bodies moving together. He loved her nails raking down his back and sinking into his ass as she pulled him in deeper.
Her moans, the soft gasps she made when he hit that spot inside her, all of it drove him on to make her feel as good as she made him feel.
More than that, it was the way she looked at him. So much love in her eyes and heart pouring out to him. He hoped he’d earned it. No matter what, he’d keep loving and making her happy for as long as he lived.
That thought made him think about the future and making her his wife. And the thought of that sent him to the edge. But she had to come first, so he thrust deep, knowing she was right on the verge of ecstasy as her pussy squeezed around his cock. He took her nipple in his mouth, laved it with his tongue, loving the moan that rose out of her. He did the same to her other nipple and slid his hand between them and pressed his thumb to her swollen clit, then circled it as she went over the edge, taking him with her. He went stiff as his cock pumped his seed into her, filling her up.
Her orgasm subsided and she relaxed into the mattress as he laid a trail of kisses down her neck, across her chest, and up the other side of her throat to her ear where he whispered, “I love you so damn much.” He wrapped his arm around her and rolled with her until he was on his back and she was lying on top of him, smiling down into his eyes.
She snuggled into him, their bodies still connected, with her head on his shoulder.
“Do you want to have kids?” He hadn’t really thought about it until recently, but the idea was growing on him, becoming something he wanted with her.
“Yes. I’ve always seen myself as a mom someday. You?”
“I see you as a mom. You’re kind. Caring. Fun to be around. You’d be the kind of mom who bakes cookies and finger paints with the kids.”
She giggled. “I would do those things. But I meant, do you want to be a dad?”
“Not until I started thinking about a life with you, seeing all the good things I could have if I just took a chance. Seeing Mason and Lyric so happy together…it gave me ideas. I can totally see Mason holding a baby, chasing after a toddler, being a dad like his and mine. I love my family. We’re close. I want what I was a part of growing up.”
“I can’t wait to meet Damon and your parents. Lyric and I caught up yesterday on the phone. I really like her.”
That made him so damn happy. “My parents are dying to meet you.”
She brought her head up and stared down at him. “They are?”
He brushed his fingers through her hair. “Yes. I’ve been putting them off.”
“Why?”
He didn’t like her frown. “Because I wanted you to have time to settle in here with me. I wanted you to have the space you needed to heal without the pressure of meeting my parents.”
She rested her chin on her stacked hands on his chest. “I bet they’re lovely people.”
He tilted his head. “Why do you think that? Not that they’re not. They are.”
