Page 14 of Wicked Cowboy
Her blush was adorable. I don’t remember anyone ever shy near me. Or that hesitation heightened my own desire, though I wasn’t an animal. I’d ensure she was satisfied and we’d work out great. She narrowed her gaze and asked, “How are you sure?”
I reached out and took her hand. A spark rushed in my veins as I asked, “How are you not?”
She trembled, and I lowered my head. “Don’t be nervous.”
She let my hand go and curled it under her waist as she said, “I’m… I want to talk about children.”
My mind raced. Was she for or against little ones? And for once, why wasn’t I paralyzed at the discussion? Dora had complained about her lack of money, tried to talk about life after the SEALs and the mission, but I’d always avoided those topics.
I hadn’t thought to have my own children, but the question made me pause as I asked, “Do you want them?”
The idea of pouring myself inside her hit me and I was ready to take her if she let me.
She glanced at the floor. “I’d like for us to adopt or foster, at least at first, so Chelsea isn’t alone.”
My ego took a hit. I’d like for us to fuck, hard, until we planted a baby in her and her womb visibly grew. Seeing my seed in her belly was something primal that roared up as an immediate desire. Yes, inside, I was an animal.
I tapped my thumb to my chin and asked, “What about one of our own?”
Her eyes widened and she stared at me like a deer caught in my headlights. “Do you want one?”
If I told her how much, she’d run out the door.
Instead, I leaned back and pointed to my house. “I’ve inherited a lot. And while I've never considered having my own child, with you, we can create the next Rockson.”
“Seriously?” Her eyes widened and she rocked a little. “And you’d want that with me?”
Her breasts jiggled under that shirt and my mind quickly imagined them exposed, and my own fingers brushing against them. I shrugged like this was negotiable. “You’d be my wife. But it doesn’t have to be right away.”
She swallowed and asked, “Can we do both?”
Her question caught me off guard. I’d have my new desires met, and she’d help a few more people in the world. This was a deal on my part. I lifted my cheeks. “Sure.”
I hoped to caress her soon, but she asked, “How would the wedding work?”
My skin buzzed but that question stopped me. This might really happen. “Are you agreeing?”
She played with her Peter Pan collar and her face went white. “I need to know when. And how big?”
“I hadn’t…” Honestly, how the vows happen hadn’t crossed my mind at all as I asked, “Do you have a plan?”
I noticed her palms were slightly sweaty until she lowered them. “Yes. Have you seen the old Australian movie Muriel’s Wedding?”
Sounded like a chick flick. I’d read the movie blurb later but said, “No.”
She jumped out of her chair and paced as she said, “Okay, well, then I’ll just say what I want.”
I stood so she didn’t see my cock’s attention to her, but just watched her sexy backside until she turned around and I met her brown-eyed gaze. “That’s always best.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and I stared at her in awe. “I want to plan a wedding and we can test-drive how we are… in bed.”
My muscles tensed. My mind tried to figure out what she wasn’t saying. “So you want time?”
She stepped forward, took my hand and said, “No, I want an event where I’m the bride and people think I’m pretty.”
Huh? Ridley was perfect already. I tilted my head to understand. “You… how about we have a small wedding-"
Tears welled in her eyes. “You don’t want-“
