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"I don't..." She began and biting off the rest, shook her head. "Please don't ask me that now." She added quietly. "We still have a long way to go."
"I'm just asking a question. I'm in this for the long haul and that includes marriage and eventually children. It's not something I thought about before, well, perhaps fleetingly. I always took it for granted that I would one day father a child or two." His hand cupped the back of her head, fingers sliding through the silky strands of hair. "I was so caught up in my work before that it was just that, a fleeting thought. Then I met you." Bending his head, he brushed his lips over hers. The taste of her, sweet and seductive made him yearn for more, so he took it. His tongue slid into her mouth slowly, gently, lingering on the texture before diving in further.
The idea of her swollen with his baby was enticing. He never had the chance of experiencing anything like it and he wanted to do so with her. Swallowing her whimpers, he took them deeper, one hand drifting down her back as he eased her on top of him.
It had stopped surprising him that he could want her again. Dragging his mouth from hers, he nibbled on her neck and then her throat.
"One day." His voice was a whisper against her skin. "I'm not saying it has to be right now. But one day in the future, when you're wearing my ring and we're man and wife." His hand wedged between them to curve at her flat stomach.
"Nico." Her breathing was ragged and her senses dulled.
"But not now." He lifted his head to look at her. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are? How irresistible? I could be with you all night like this, and it would still not be enough. You drive me to madness, the yearning for you never fades. Let me have you again." His breathing was shallow, his chest heaving. "Let me taste you."
"I can't," Her breath hitched, and she dug her fingers into the solid wall of his chest as he continued to torture her lips with teeth and tongue.
"You can."
Her eyes snapped open when his hands spanned her waist and he lifted her up so he could enter her. She wrapped around him like a tight wet glove and made him shudder. She had that effect on him. Every rational thought leaked from his mind. He could only feel.
When she started to move, he followed blindly. Raising up, he sought her nipple, latching on hungrily, feeding from her like a starving man. He thought he had taken the edge off his hunger but was he wrong! He wanted more of her and knew he would never be satisfied. When she erupted around him, he followed helplessly, his long, lean body shuddering.
Chapter 10
"I don't usually eat this late." Even though she protested, she loved the idea of rustling up something for him.
"We burned up a hell of a lot of energy." His arms were wrapped around her waist, chin propped on top of her head as he watched her scramble eggs.
"It's midnight."
"Hmm. Smells good and I'm starving."
"You're a bad influence." She switched off the flames and turned to face him.
"We needed fuel." Tucking his fingers under her chin, he brushed his lips over hers. "Besides, I'm not through with you yet."
Her heart did a long slide and dropped to her stomach.
"You're insatiable."
"Just making up for last time."
He grinned when she squealed as he scooped her into his arms and planted her on a stool around the counter.
"Now sit there and let me finish." Reaching for bread and butter from the fridge, he made quick work of putting a sandwich together.
"Wine, I think." He spied the wine cooler in the corner of the room and went to fetch a bottle.
"We can't." She protested as he grabbed a bottle of Cabernet and popped the cork.
"Why not?" Getting the wine glasses, he poured.
"It's the middle of the night and who ever heard of eggs and wine?"
"Breakfast and dinner." His charming smile had her smiling back.
"This is crazy."
"Tell me." Handing her the glass, he hitched himself up next to her and started on the sandwich.
