Page 125 of Swept for Forever
“I am not a womanizer!” He laughed, half appalled.
“Susan said you were.”
“Susan said I had stamina,” he corrected.
“Same thing.”
Dom groaned. “Look, I was never the one-woman type. That’s true. I had my fun. So did the women I was with. We were all grown, and no one got hurt. It was good, for what it was.”
I slanted my head toward him. “And now?”
“Now I have you. And I don’t want anyone else.”
I studied him, my smartass comeback dying somewhere in my throat. Instead, I murmured, “Ever?”
He didn’t even blink. “Ever.”
Dom rolled me over, pulled me on top of him, and launched a full-on tickle attack. I squealed, squirmed, and nearly kneed him in the ribs.
Then he stilled. His hands relaxed on my waist, and his expression shifted.
“What?” I asked. “You wanna marry me or something?”
His voice went soft. “Would that be so wrong?”
“Because I just gave you an award-winning blowjob?”
He laughed, flushed. “Otter, I didn’t know you were this filthy.”
“Clearly you haven’t unlocked all my levels yet.” I grinned. But then he looked almost…vulnerable.
“I’m scaring you, aren’t I?”
“No,” I said quickly. “Not even a little. I just…look, whether we ever get married or not, it doesn’t change how I feel about you. I want the whole thing someday. Rings, vows, forever. But right now, I’m happy in this exact moment. You and me.”
He nodded like he was letting that settle in deep. “Can I ask you something else?”
I tilted my head. “This one’s the real question, isn’t it?”
“Am I that obvious?” he muttered. “God, I’d make a terrible lawyer now.”
“Ask away.”
He hesitated. “You ever think about, you know, baby otters?”
I burst out laughing, then leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose. “I do want kids, Dom. And if that’s something you’re hoping for soon, I won’t dance around it.”
His hand slipped up my spine, protective and sweet. “I’d never rush you.”
“I want to win a national championship first,” I said. “After that, we plan together. No pressure. Just when we’re ready.”
“I don’t want you to give up what you love,” he said.
“A lot of moms keep thriving in sports. Especially with a solid husband in their corner.”
He kissed me. Oh boy, that look. I’d just given him the world, and he knew it.
“You’re ridiculously cute when you look like that,” Imurmured, watching the way relief turned into hope across his face.
