A blush stole up her cheeks. “You talk too much.”
“You saying I should be getting busy with you instead?” He laughed.
She peppered kisses up his neck, along his jawline, and slanted her mouth under his. “Exactly.”
The woman surprised him all the time, and god, he loved that about her.
“Baby the next sounds in this room will be you screaming for me.”
A smile flitted across her lips before she hooked her arms around his neck and lifted herself to him, breasts pressed to his chest. He took her mouth.
Fuck, he could taste the love in her kiss. She’d only ever given herself to the man she had married. But she was surrendering to him now. Devotion flowed from her fingertips. Acceptance oozed from her soft palms, gliding onto his skin. She believed in him. Wanted him. Opened her heart to him.
Nick intended to make sure she wanted to spend forever with him.
Sasha’s fingertips whispered down the line of his spine before she cupped his ass and lifted her hips to him in a blatant invitation no man could misunderstand. He started to sweat.
Fuck taking things slow. That’s what next time was for.
“Sasha,” he groaned.
“I want you.” She looked into his eyes, hers so hazel-green and pleading.
“I want you, too, baby. I just need a condom.” And fuck if it wasn’t going to kill him to break away from her for even an instant for a dumbass piece of latex.
Wrenching up from the mattress, Nick found the box and tore into it, quickly ripping a foil square and rolling the slippery casing over his cock. The instant he finished, he launched himself back on top of her and captured her mouth again.
Beneath him, she whimpered and opened in welcome, knees bending to surround his hips. She poured her soul into the touch of her fingers and the tangle of their tongues. “Hurry.”
His dick sure wanted him to, but he’d waited way too long for this woman to simply shove his way inside her and pound out an orgasm.
“As soon as we make a few things clear.” Because there was no way she was slipping through his fingers.
“What?” She sounded impatient. “You want to be in charge in bed.”
“Always. But that’s not—” He sighed. Damn, he needed to spit the words out. If she was going to argue…well, he knew how to coax her and change her fucking mind. Besides, he wasn’t asking. Sasha was his, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Once we eliminate Clifford, you’re marrying me. I know my past looks bad on paper but?—”
“Yes.”
No arguments? “Really? You mean that?”
“You and I know well that life can be short. I love you. I’m sure. Why wait? Besides, little girls should have a strong father figure in their lives. Harper needs you to be hers. Mike chose you to take his place in my life. I’m sure he’d want you to help me raise Harper, too.”
Nick didn’t really get warm fuzzies much. But…damn it. Everything Sasha said filled him with a flurry. “You’re right. I’ll always watch over Harper, protect her. She needs siblings, too.”
“You want more children?”
“Fuck, yeah.” The thought of her belly swelling with the child he’d put inside there nearly undid him. “With you. Baby…I can’t wait.”
Sasha spread her legs wider. “Then don’t.”
“Yeah. Hold on.” It had been a long time for both of them. “This is going to be a rough ride.”
She sighed his name as if that didn’t upset her in the least and clutched his shoulders.
Gripping her hips, he dipped his head and nipped his way across her neck and the swells of her breasts—he’d come back here later—then probed her opening.
His head slid through her folds like butter. She was slick and tight and as close to heaven as he’d ever been.
