But I wasn’t hallucinating.
He’d really said it.
“What?” I moaned, clawing at his back as toe-curling pleasure exploded in my stomach.
“You.” Thrust. “Me.” Thrust. “A place?” he simplified and kissed the breath out of me, slowing down his pounding in an effort not to spill inside me, an effort that turned out to be unsuccessful, in case you were wondering.
I had my doubts for a while, said we were not ready and he’d get sick of me if we lived together, but Xav wasn’t going down without a fight. Many sneaky orgasms while Dia was asleep and conversations later, I said yes, and well, here we are. Packing our entire lives into the back of his truck, ready to drive across town and move in together.
“What are you thinking about?” Xavier’s husky voice puts an end to my dirty thoughts.
“Us having sex,” I say shamelessly. I lost my filter around this guy a long time ago.
“Funny. So am I. Should we go do that, then?” Xav smirks and boxes me in against his truck’s tailgate. He’s got that mischievous look in his eyes. The one he sports whenever he’s about to do something very dirty to me.
“Are you crazy? We’re in a public parking space.” I laugh.
Xavier scoffs, arching a mocking eyebrow, and I know what he’s about to say before he opens his mouth.
“Never stopped us before,” he teases, referring to the first time we had sex in the springs’ parking lot and his lips find mine for a kiss I’d need superhuman strength to resist.
“Xav, seriously.” I pull away with a chuckle. “We can’t. Still waiting for my period after someone didn’t pull out right after I switched pills. What if I’m late?”
“The risks are low, babe. Relax.” Xavier smacks a kiss on my temple, and I wrap my arm around his torso, bracing my head against his chest. Silence hovers around us.
“Would it be so bad if you were?” Xavier shocks me by saying.
I pull away an inch, staring up at him.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just saying it wouldn’t be the worst thing if you did miss your period.”
“Hold that thought.” I examine him carefully, sweeping his tousled brown hair away from his eyes and skimming my fingertips over his forehead.
He frowns. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t see the bruise. Weird.”
He catches on instantly.
“That’s how it’s going to be, huh?” He tickles me until I’m squirming like a worm in his arms.
“I’m kidding!” I laugh a breathless laugh.
“I didn’t hit my head, smart-ass.” He stops his tickling.
“So… hypothetically speaking, you’d be okay with me being pregnant?”
He stops to think about it. “Hypothetically speaking, I want to marry your ass and have babies with you. How’s that?”
I’m smiling so wide I’m sure you can see it from outer-space. I respond the only way I can think of, by gripping his collar into my fists and crashing my lips to his for a long, heated kiss.
“Hypothetically speaking, you’re crazy.” I pant.
Xavier pouts. “Why?”
“For starters, we’re nineteen and you’ll change your mind.”