She stares out the window and I almost drive off the road, staring at her profile. She’s so damn beautiful. And young. I know she’s ten years younger than me but she looks even younger. It makes me feel like a dirty old man but I can’t stop thinking about how she’ll feel under me.
Which brings up a subject I’m loathe to discuss. “Kat…”. She still doesn’t look at me and I clear my throat and tap her on the arm. “Kat. I need to ask you something.”
Her green eyes slew to mine and I wish to god I could swim in those mysterious pools. Their gaze is cool and intoxicating.
“You do understand that I want to have children right? I don’t want to get married and then find out that you didn’t realize that I need heirs. I mean…I want kids.”
Her nose crinkles. “Yes, I understand what you want out of this relationship.”
“It’s a little more than just a relationship. This is our future. Something that we’ll be living with for the rest of our lives. Because I can tell you now, Kat. I don’t believe in divorce. I believe that all couples go through difficult times. But good couples work through those troubles. They don’t give up.”
I study her and when she doesn’t immediately answer, I pull over to the side of the road and park on the berm. I turn towards her and run my arm over the back of the seat, my fingers itching to touch her soft, dark hair. Tangle it around my fingers and jerk her head back until I get access to her sweet lips.
Instead I curl my fingers into a fist and then relax it, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. She could still run. Could change her mind and never give us a chance. I know I’m being pushy, bossy and intimidating. But I need the answers. I need to know that I can count on her. This is important and I can’t leave anything to chance.
I reach out and wrap my fingers around her jaw, hearing her gasp. I turn her head to me, my fingers caressing her soft skin. She’s so damn enticing. I have never been as drawn to a woman as I am her.
“Kat. I need you to understand me. I want children right away. I don’t want to wait.” I can’t wait. I need to get this little detail settled as soon as possible. Just as a backup plan. “And I’m not going to do this in some clinical lab if that’s what you’re going to ask. I’m going to make love to my wife. I want to be with a woman who wants me. Are you that woman, Kat?”
I hold my breath, my chest tightening, aching painfully. Almost as bad as my dick is. I can’t stop touching her skin, my fingers running along her jaw, back and forth.
She sucks in a breath and eyes me. “We can’t wait at all?”
I shake my head. There’s no negotiation here. I know what I need. Physically as well as legally. “No.”
“So…as soon as we get married?”
“We’re not having an old-fashioned honeymoon. Since you’re new to the area, I don’t want to go away on a honeymoon. We can stay home and just get to know each other. But I need you to understand what that entails. You. Me. And a bed.”
She bites her soft, pink bottom lip and it’s got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I can feel my dick knocking at my zipper again and I groan, shifting in the seat.
She eyes me from under her dark lashes, the flash of green sucking me into those pools again.
“I don’t know. I think I can do that. I’d like some time.”
I shake my head. “There is none.”
“Why?” she asks me, eyeing me skeptically.
“I want to start my marriage the way I intend to live it for the rest of my life. And I intend to make it very good for my wife.”
She rolls her eyes and I almost laugh. “You’ve obviously got no problems with your ego.”
“I’ve had no complaints.”
“Well, I don’t just jump into bed with anyone. I like to know someone first.”
“I’m not someone. I’m your husband.”
“Not yet, you’re not,” she snaps, jerking her chin out of my fingers, which hang in the air, loathe to leave her delicate skin.
“Perhaps I should show you how good we’ll be.”
“What does that mean?” Before she can argue with me, I slide my fingers around her arm and yank her to me. My lips touch hers, slowly, delicately, softly. She groans and her sweet-smelling arms wrap around my neck. I jerk her all the way over until she’s half across my lap. One hand plunges into her hair, pulling her head up, controlling her so that she can’t take the lead. I’m in the driver’s seat. Literally and figuratively.
I groan when I feel her soft lips open slightly under mine. Just a bit, a tiny bit. But it’s enough. And my own lips slide over hers, my tongue exploring the seam of her mouth before dancing inside her warmth, tangling with her tongue.
I groan and my mouth opens wider, taking her, taking everything from her. Giving my own lust and desire to her. Until she whimpers under me.