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that’s where this
suggestion was coming from for her too.
    “ I mean,” she continued, “we’ve been together long enough to
know we’ll work, right? And these days it doesn’t matter if the
bride’s pregnant or not when she walks down the aisle. Plus, I’m
almost thirty and—”
    “ Whoa, you don’t have to sell me on it.” He blew out his breath
in a long, slow blow. “Are you sure you want this? Because once we
do, there’s no goin’ back. You get pregnant, and I’m in your life
forever.” There was no way in hell’s half acre he’d walk away from
her or any kid of his.
    “ That’s why I’m sure,” she said quietly, any trace of
uncertainty vanishing from both her eyes and her voice. “Because I
know you’ll always be there for both of us. Because I love you, and
you love me. What better reason?”
    There
were so many reasons not to have a kid these days, but the thought
of Rosie swollen with his kid in her belly, of her cradling a tiny
baby in her arms, breastfeeding it, of himself seeing part of
himself staring back at him with Rosie’s eyes. Then later, teaching
the kid to catch a ball, or ride a bike…
    Closing
his eyes, he pushed fully inside her, the first time he’d ever been
naked inside a woman. The heat of her pussy incinerated him; the
unfiltered flutters of her muscles against his bare flesh nearly
pushed him over the edge without even moving.
    He
lifted himself up on his elbows and stared at the spot where his
cock disappeared into her. Loving how her juices glistened on his
cock, he withdrew slowly inch by inch. He gritted his teeth against
the throbbing of her pussy around his shaft, squeezing his head as
if her pussy was afraid to let him go. If she kept this up, he was
going to be hard-pressed to give her gentle and soft, instead of
taking her like a damned Neanderthal.
    Her
fingers raked his shoulders and clamped around his biceps, urging
him to fill her once more. He damned near whimpered during the slow
glide inside her heated channel. His eyes just about rolled back in
his head when she tightened her muscles and locked him inside her.
Sweet baby Jesus, there were no words to describe the
sensation.
    Encouraged by her fevered entreaties urging him deeper and
harder, the slow pace he’d intended to set quickly fell by the
wayside and soon his thrusts were fierce and frantic. Her
fingernails dug into his skin in a delicious bite of pain that
centered him as she rocked against him, heels digging into his ass.
Her pussy throbbed with each pass then gripped his shaft, pulsing
as she climaxed around him. His balls tight to his body, he
stilled, letting her orgasm wash over him, only to find himself
dragged into the vortex. A part of him registered each jerk of his
cock, aware that with each spurt of his seed from his body to hers,
he was truly inside her in every way.
    Awed by
the magnitude of the moment and the after-effects of her climax
without the tiny, flickering pulses being muted by a condom, he
lowered his head to the pillow beside her head. Once he finally
slipped from her body and their breathing slowed, he tucked his arm
beneath her shoulders and rolled onto his back, bringing her with
him to rest on his chest. Rose petals that had stuck to her body
and his fluttered around them, their scent filling the
air.
    “ So, Mrs. Watson—” Damn, but he liked the thought of her having
his name, as old-fashioned a concept as it might be, “—what do you
think about getting married on the beach in Hawaii?”
    Rosie
tried to lift her head, her body bouncing on his as she chuckled
when she failed. “Hawaii sounds heavenly. Or we could hold it in
Puerto Rico. But we’d have to fly my whole family to wherever it’s
going to be if it’s not in New York.”
    The
where didn’t matter much to him, as long as he got to put his
wedding ring on her finger. He trailed his fingers along her
shoulders and down the knobs of her spine, slowing at the small of
her back to trace the