She nodded. “I guess.”
“Baby, we get there, I’m not saying never. I’m not saying no. I’m just saying I want to be part of the decision.”
She huffed out a laugh.
“What’s funny?”
“This conversation. Considering you just now told me your real name.”
He grinned. “Yeah.” He studied her, thinking.
“Now what are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking us having this conversation speaks more to where this relationship is at, than what name you call me does.” He brushed the hair back from her face. “So, you think I’d make a good father?”
She smiled. “The way you are with Melissa, yes, I think you’d be a wonderful father.”
His face lit up, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Maybe I just have a way with dealing with females.”
“Then you’d better hope for a daughter.”
He fell to his back on the bed. “Hell, she’d have me wrapped.”
Shannon rose up on her elbow, smiling down at him. “Around her little finger.”
“Speaking of fingers and wrapped, I know where I’d like your fingers wrapped. Around my dick.” He took her hand and brought it to him, closing her hand around him. His hand covered hers as she began to stroke him. He grinned. “So, what else did Angel tell you?”
She smiled, working over him with her hand, stroking him to life and watching his body tense and react. His breathing deepened, and her eyes watched his chest rise and fall. She took in the beauty of that muscled chest.
“Shannon?” he prodded.
Her gaze lifted to his. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”
The corner of his mouth pulled up. “I’m supposed to be the one losing concentration here.”
She grinned back. “Then I must not be doing it right.”
“You’re doing it right. What else did Angel tell you?”
“Not much.”
“I’m not believing that.” His hips lifted, encouraging her hand. “Harder.”
She smiled, giving him what he wanted. “She said you were into me.”
He moved without warning, rolling on top of her and sliding inside her in one hard thrust. His arms were braced, keeping the majority of his weight off her as he stared down into her face. “I’m into you pretty good right now.”
“Crash,” she panted. “That’s not what she meant.”
He hovered over her and gave her a slow glide in and out and back in, staring into her eyes. “Yeah, darlin’.” He dipped his head, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m into you.” His nose glided along her face until his mouth was at her ear, where he whispered, “I’m into you so deep, I may never find my way out.”
Crash pull back and stared down at her.
“Baby,” she breathed, her face softening at his words, and she slid her hands to his face, pulling his head down and brushing his lips with a gentle kiss that only flamed the fire that was already building inside him.
An instinctive drive to dominate her surged through him. It was a compulsion to lead, a need to control. His weight came down on her, and he deepened the kiss, growling as he caught her hands in his, lacing their fingers and pressing them to the mattress. She yielded, giving in so sweetly, opening to him and letting him take.
He tightened his grip on her hands as his body flexed and moved above her, driving into her slowly, forcefully, powerfully. He held her gaze, and then as if inexplicably drawn by some instinct, his head dipped as his eyes were pulled down her body to where they were joined. He watched for several strokes as he slid in and out of her. “I like watching you take me,” he panted. “I like seeing those beautiful legs spread open for me, letting me in. I like watching you give it all to me.”