She is though.
“That’s really all you have to say about all of this?”
I lift a brow. “A white picket fence would be really nice.”
She sighs out in frustration. “I’m a woman telling a man she’s looking for a baby daddy for at least three children.”
“I’m picking up on that,” I laugh.
“You should be running for the hills about now,” she huffs, sounding really upset that I’m not.
“Do you like chocolate cake?” I ask her.
She leans back, as if taken by surprise by my change in topic. “What? Did you hear what I just said?”
“I was going to save dessert for after you finished your pizza, but the way you’re going at it we’ll be eighty and those imaginary children of yours will have children of their own before you finish,” I tell her, reaching over to get the forgotten brown paper bag I brought with the pizza. Inside is a container with an extra-large slice of Mario’s chocolate lava cake.
“Why aren’t you running for the hills?” she says, almost as if she’s confused by it all. She actually sounds forlorn that I’m not running away.
I scoop up a bite of the cake, turning so that I have the spoon poised at her mouth.
“Try it,” I tell her, waiting.
“You need to be running for—”
She can’t finish the sentence because I quickly push the spoon into her mouth. Her lips clamp down on it and I have to smile at the annoyance on her face.
“I’m not going anywhere, Jo. I’m going to sit here and enjoy dinner with my girl,” I tell her and her pupils dilate when I refer to her as mine. She lets go of the spoon, licking the chocolate off of her lips. Unbelievably sexy. I ignore the way my cock goes instantly hard. “Then after dinner, we’re going to watch a movie, kiss, make out a little and if I’m a lucky S.O.B. you’ll let me get to second base. If I’m really lucky maybe you’ll let me go farther. That’s our plan for the night. Now, do you like chocolate cake?”
“I’m not on birth control,” she sputters, shocking the hell out of me.
“Baby, what in the fuck does that have to do with if you like chocolate cake or not?” I grin. Honestly, the fact she’s not on birth control doesn’t bother me one bit. The fact she’s thinking about us clearly fucking, and worrying about what may happen, even if she is trying to scare me by talk of baby making, turns me on like a motherfucker.
“We can’t have sex. If we have sex I might get pregnant, so I can’t have sex with you even if I wanted to. So, if you’re putting forth all this effort in the hopes of getting laid, then—”
I’m pretty sure she’d keep talking until four in the morning if I don’t hush her so I do the only thing I can.
I kiss her to shut her up.Chapter TenJoThe kiss starts off soft, almost sweet. I know he’s trying to shut me up, and that’s probably a good thing. I have no idea why I started blurting out birth control, getting pregnant, and the whole nine yards, but there it is. Out in the open. I feel my face heat, know I’m blushing insanely. I’m nervous and embarrassed, but with each passing second of Cooper kissing me, I feel all of that melt away.
I curl my toes, glad my legs are under the table so he can’t see the little effects he has on me.
Oh, he knows.
I don’t know why I told him about why I bought the house and school districts, and all of that. But I do know that if he’d let me keep going, I would have shown him the bedrooms, explained how I wanted the nursery and kids’ rooms to be designed.
God, I’m insane.
I don’t want him to leave. I want a lot from him. I want everything.
But I want him to know how deep my passions run, want him to understand fully what he’s getting into. No matter what I say, how much I push what I want in life, he’s still here.
He still wants more.
Cooper pulls back, but only an inch. We are still so close, our mouths nearly touching. I can see that he licks his lips, hear that he lets this little groan leave.
“Now, why don’t you tell me how you like the chocolate cake?”
His voice is so deep, so rough. He sounds like a man—a real man—and it makes me wet, makes me shiver.
He pulls back another inch. “Because from where I’m sitting, baby, it tastes pretty fucking good.”
Before I can answer, he groans again and leans in to give me another kiss. His hand moves along the side of my neck, cupping my nape and pulling me impossibly closer.
Then he deepens the kiss, stroking his tongue along the seam of my lips, making me open for him. He slips it into my mouth, memorizing every single part of me. I want him closer, I want our clothes off. I want us in a bed.