“We didn’t talk about a family.”
“You don’t want one? I can change my mind. See, no kids running around.”
She threw herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him down.
“I want one.”
“I want more than one,” he said.
She laughed. “It’s not a competition for how many kids we want.”
“Baby, it’s always a competition.” He took her mouth in a searing kiss. “I’ve got to get this dress off you.”
“Not enough time.” She pulled her panties down, which he really wanted to do but teamwork.
She kicked them away from her and pulled him down between her.
“Put your baby inside me.”
“If that’s what my woman wants.”
“She wants it.”
“How many kids do you want?”
“Six, how about you?”
He smiled. “I get to keep you barefoot and pregnant. I like six. Let’s make it eight.” He touched her pussy, finding her wet. “All this baby talk turning you on?”
“You are.”
He slid two fingers inside her, stretching them out, loving her moan.
“Please, don’t make me wait.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need you. I need your cock. Please, Noah.”
He pulled his cock from his pants and moved between her spread thighs. Running the tip along her slit, he bumped her nub, hearing her cry out. “That’s it, you’re all mine. I love you, Skye.”
“I love you too.”
He slid inside her, feeling her silken walls around him, pulsing, ready for him. Skye was always ready for him, just as he was for her.