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“After how she treated you, I don’t blame you for running away,” I said. “I was so angry when I heard what she said to you. I don’t think I’ve ever been that furious at someone.”

“I didn’t leave because your grandmother was mean,” London said, with a small smile playing around her lips.

“I’m a little confused then,” I admitted.

“I was overwhelmed,” London explained. “So many big things happened within a short time, and everything your grandmother said was just the icing on the cake. It was too much. I needed space and time to think, but I couldn’t do that in England. I needed to be somewhere familiar.”

“Do you still need time?” I asked, trying not to assume anything. “I didn’t say all that to pressure you into anything.”

London smiled and shook her head. “You came for me,” she said, moving closer and putting her hands on my chest. “You chose me.”

“I did,” I said, placing my hands on her hips. I loved the way her gentle curves felt under my touch. “I always will.”

“I know we still have things to figure out,” she said, “but that’s just practicalities. I don’t need more time to know what I want.”

“And what is that?” I asked, giving her hips a gentle squeeze. “I need to know we’re on the same page.”

She stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed my lips. “I choose you too.”

That was all I needed to take her mouth in a passionate kiss. She leaned into me, parting her lips, and a warm wave of desire rushed through me. As I savored the taste of mint and chocolate on her tongue, I groaned, lifting her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I deepened the kiss. I couldn’t believe how much I had missed her, and it felt like an eternity since I had held her in my arms.

I walked us over to the bed and set her on the edge as I sank to my knees. Without taking my mouth from hers, I slid my fingers under the waistband of her adorable—and ridiculous—hedgehog pajama bottoms and tugged at them. She made a surprised sound but lifted her hips to allow me to pull off her pants. She took care of the top, leaving her in a pair of plain cotton knickers.

Her skin was hot as I ran my hands up her sides and around to cup her small, firm breasts. She moaned into my mouth as I flicked my thumbs back and forth across her nipples. They hardened under my touch, and I was filled with the sudden urge to have them in my mouth.

But not yet.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed and finally broke our kiss. I saw the dazed look on her face before I pulled off her lilac-colored underwear and dropped them on the floor. I didn’t wait for her to regain her senses before I buried my face between her legs, licking right along her slit.

She let out a squeal that quickly became muffled. A glance up as I ran my tongue between her folds showed that she’d put her hand over her mouth. Smart. I intended to make her come, and the last thing we needed was her parents bursting in while I was doing it.

Increasing suction on her clit, I curled my fingers inside her core, carefully rubbing the tips against her top wall until I found what I was looking for. Her entire body jerked, and then, a moment later, she cried out, back arching off the bed as she climaxed.

Easing my fingers out of her, I stood, stripping off my clothes. By the time I finished, London had pushed herself onto the middle of the bed and looked up at me, only a thin ring of brandy-colored iris showing around wide pupils. I took a step toward the bed and stopped.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Condom,” I said, reaching for my pants.

“I don’t think I can get any more pregnant,” she laughed.

The reality of the situation hit me then, and I sat down on the edge of the bed. “You’re going to have a baby. We’re going to have a baby.”

She laughed again, this time a softer sound, and she wrapped her arms around me. “Yes, we are.”

I looked at her. “Are you okay? Physically, I mean. I never even thought to ask if you’re feeling up to it.”

London kissed my cheek. “If I didn’t feel like having sex, I would have said something. I feel fine. Either I’m one of those women who doesn’t get morning sickness, or it hasn’t hit me yet.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I don’t want you to do anything that could hurt the baby or-“

“Spencer.” London reached down and wrapped her fingers around my flagging cock. Two firm strokes had me up and ready to go again, my stomach tightening in anticipation. “I need you inside me. Please.”

That was all I needed to hear. In one quick move, I had her on her back, legs perfectly spread to let me settle between them. I paused one more moment, tucking a curl behind her ear.

“I love you.”

She reached up and curled her hand around the back of my neck. “I love you, too.”

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