Page 139 of I Got You

I raise one eyebrow. “Are you giving me the sex talk?”

She smiles. “Totally, but it’s going to be fast because this is about to get real.”

I grin and kiss her, talking against her lips. “Please, hurry up.”

“I’m not on birth control, so unless you came prepared, then we need to talk about what we want, which may involve you walking to the closest drugstore.”

“Maggie, I told you. I’m all in. No takebacks. I’m not going anywhere now or ever, no matter what. And I want a whole football team or a slew of tiny dancers. So I’m ready to get started on that whenever you are.”

She feels my forehead. “Are you sure you’re feeling ok?”

I smile. “Never better in my life.”

Her hand moves to my jaw, and a thumb runs over my lips. “Ok.”

“Ok?” I ask, trying to understand what exactly we’re agreeing to.

“Yeah. I want nothing more than to create a family with you whenever that happens. Tonight. Tomorrow. Three years from now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She kisses me softly, slowly, and it steals my breath. I groan, wanting more, and she pulls back, breathless. “One more thing.” Her hands find the hem of my shirt, and she tugs at it, pulling it upward until I do the rest, getting it over my head. Her eyes meet mine again. “I’ve only done this once, and you know what that was like.”

“What? Maggie….” I move slightly, but she holds me in place.

She pushes a finger to my lips, cutting me off. “I’m only telling you because I want you to know that this means everything to me. You mean everything.”

“I love you.”

She smiles. “I know.”

My self-control has been running thin for so long, and now it's run out. I find her mouth, and her lips instantly part as if she’s only been waiting, too. My hand moves up her thigh over her hip to her waist, finding the hem of my shirt.

“Nice shirt,” I say against her lips, pulling it up and over her head.

Free from it, she bites her lip. “Don’t even pretend that you don’t like that I steal your clothes.”

My bare flesh meets hers, and she shivers. “Is there anything else of mine that you’ve so casually helped yourself to?”

She taps a finger against her perfect lips. “Hmmm. I may have, once or twice, used an ounce or two of your soap so that our room and bed would smell like you when you were away.”

“I think you might have a problem.”

She pulls me closer, and I feel her grin against my cheek. “I have a really big problem. See, there’s this guy that has invaded every part of my life, made me fall in love with him, and now, I don’t want to be anywhere he’s not. I’m a complete addict. I want all of the things that are you.”

I place a kiss just below her ear. “You know you didn’t have to steal them. You could’ve just said you wanted my clothes and to smell like me.”

“Now, what would be the fun in that? Besides, I’m a thief, and I plan to do A. Lot.” Kiss. “More.” Kiss. “Stealing.”

I never imagined this could be my life. I didn’t know that feeling like this was even possible. I pull away and push a strand of hair out of her face, just looking at her.

She smiles and pulls me back down to meet her lips. “You tried every ounce of my perfect and reasonable sanity.”

I stop at this ridiculousness. “Perfect? Reasonable?”

“Yes,” she says indignantly. “And many times, I thought I might literally go out of my mind.” She pauses, sucking in a breath as I trail kisses down her neck. “But you, Shane Carter, are the best desperate decision I ever made.”

I tickle the soft skin under her rib cage, and she squirms.

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