Page 74 of Dreamboat

“I’ll need to get a crib,” she whispers. “You’ll need one for your house, too.”

I don’t want that. I want this baby to have one crib, one changing table, one home and I want that to be wherever Delia wants it to be, but she’s not on the same path that I am in that regard and now is not the time to profess my love for her.

“There’s plenty of time for all of that,” I say as I stare at her.

“I’ll make a list,” she tells me. “I always make lists when it comes to important things and this is the most important thing ever.”

“For me, too.”

Her gaze roams my face. “You’re going to be a dad, Donovan. You do know the baby is yours, right?”

If she were anyone else I’d likely demand a paternity test, but this is Delia. My heart knows that this baby is mine.

I nod. “I know.”

“We’ll need a custody agreement, I guess.” She glances down before her eyes are right back on mine. “That’s important, isn’t it?”

Unable to answer, I simply look at her.

“I don’t need child support or anything like that.” She blows out a breath. “You won’t either, will you?”

“No,” I answer succinctly. “We can figure all of that out in a few months.”

I want that window of time so I can find a way to get her to understand that I’m the man for her.

“We will.” She blows out a deep breath. “Everything’s changed, Donovan.”

I take a risk and reach out to cradle her beautiful face in my hands. “In the best possible way.”

A single tear falls from her eye. “It must have happened on the ship. I messed up the timing of my birth control pills, then I got sick from the shrimp scampi and couldn’t keep anything in.”

“Then I took you raw after we bathed together,” I continue our story.

Her tongue trails over her bottom lip. “I’ll never forget that.”

Neither will I.

I press my lips to hers for a soft kiss but she deepens it almost instantly when she wraps her hands around my biceps.

We break apart just as moan leaves her. “Come to bed with me?”

I don’t know if she’s asking for more than comfort, but I’ll give her whatever she needs. “It would be my pleasure.”

“That’s what I want,” she whispers, her gaze giving that away as it drops to the front of my jeans. “Pleasure.”

I’ll give her that every chance I get for as long as I get, so I hike her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist. “Tell me where I’m headed to, Delia.”

“My bed.” She glances over her shoulder. “It’s the last door on the left.”

With my hands on her ass, I carry her down the hallway while she rests her lips against my neck. “I love when you fuck me.”

I love you.

Those three words that I’ve been holding so tightly within me for weeks almost fall from my lips, but I keep them in because tonight is not the night for that.

Tonight, I’ll make her come under my touch again and again.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

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