“Yes.”
He pulsed inside me. My body responded by squeezing him.
“I want to feel you come on me,” he said, bending his head and sucking my nipple. Then he started to move and all there was was sensations and love and him. Everything, my world, was him.
“Nick … I’m coming,” I gasped as my body went taut and my breath caught at that one moment of ultimate perfection.
“Yes, baby, yes …" He continued to move, drawing out my pleasure as he emptied inside me.
He rolled us both, until I was nestled beside him, my head on his shoulder, my leg tossed over his thighs, my hand over his heart.
Nick let out a chuckle.
“What’s so funny?”
“You asked about talking to your dad about your getting into my pants. We didn’t talk about that, but he did want to know how long before he’d have a grandbaby.”
“Oh? What did you tell him?”
“I told him I’d start practicing right away.”
I closed my eyes as embarrassment heated my cheeks. I couldn’t believe Nick and my father were talking about my sex life. “When do you want to start?” I managed.
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Do you want kids?”
“Yes.” His hand rubbed my arm.
“How many?”
He looked down on me. “Two. Three. How many do you want?”
“One to start.”
He smiled. “I don’t have twins in my family. Do you?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.” I walked my fingers over his chest. “Nick?”
“Hmm.” He took my hand and brought to his lips.
“What if we started now?”
“You want to make a baby now?”
I simply stared at him.
His brows furrowed and his head cocked to the side. He rolled us again until he was looking down on me. “By ‘now,’ do you mean you want to try now or that it’s a done deal?”
Nerves rattled through my body as I couldn’t tell what he thought of either idea. “It’s a done deal.” I waited and watched, hoping he was happy.
His brows shot up to his thick blond hairline. As they returned to their normal position, his lips spread wide. “You’re pregnant?”
I nodded. “I’m sor—”
He kissed me hard, as his hand splayed wide over my belly. “How? … I mean, I know how, but when?”