“Will you be too cold without a coat?” I asked, stepping into the garage and hitting the button to roll up the door. The cool air fanned over my face, slowing my heart and calming the erection straining against the front of my pants.
“No, it feels good,” she said. “Remember, I’m from New York. The weather down here doesn’t even feel like winter to me.”
She sat on a plastic lawn chair as I went to the doorway and flicked the lighter, drawing the calming smoke into my lungs. God, I needed to kick this habit before it messed me up. I had something to live for now.
I glanced back at the woman sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest. She, and any children we had together, were my responsibility now and I needed to think of them. I looked down at the cigarette in my fingers and then put it to my lips with a heavy sigh. A few more days wouldn’t hurt.
“Do you want to have babies?” I asked.
She looked up, her eyes wide. “I guess so. I mean, eventually. I feel like we should work on our marriage first. It’s not exactly…rock solid.”
“But you want them?”
“Yes, I think so.”
The thought of her pregnant with my baby made my cock twitch. That, along with some of the darker things I enjoyed during sex, was the reason I’d held off for as long as I had. Although she probably had some suspicions about my proclivities after some of the things I’d said.
I beckoned to her and she rose, setting aside her tea, and went to join me in the driveway. Pulling her against my body, I kissed her sweet, warm mouth. She took my tongue as I pushed it past her teeth, parting her lips so I could taste her to the back of her throat. My God, she made me so hard it almost hurt.
“I’d like that,” I murmured. “I can’t wait to fuck your little pussy until you’re knocked up, baby girl.”
She studied me with her brows creased. “Do you have a breeding kink?”
I laughed. “How do you even know what that is?”
“I might be a virgin, but I wasn’t born yesterday. You told me once you wanted to, and I quote, fuck me until I was pregnant with your babies. I think you might have a bit of a breeding kink.”
A bit of one? I stroked her hair back and kissed her mouth again. “Maybe you’re right. Does that bother you?”
“As long as you don’t get me pregnant until I’m ready, I’m fine with it,” she said slowly.
I glanced down at the hard peaks of her nipples beneath her shirt. “Does it turn you on?”
The blush returned to her cheeks and she looked away, turning her eyes to the marsh. “I think I might like it a little. It’s hard to say because I’ve never had sex before.”
I stepped back, my hand on her throat, and put the cigarette to my lips. She watched me inhale and her mouth parted, her breasts rising and falling. I looked down at her, her skin warm beneath my fingers. My God, she felt like life, she felt like hope. She felt like being young again.
I expelled the smoke from my nose in two streams. “I’m going to fix that for you this weekend.”
“Why not now?” Her eyes glittered.
“Because I want you to remember it. You didn’t get the whole fucking wedding thing with the white dress, you didn’t get the proposal. So I’m going to blow my cash on you, baby girl. Wine and dine you and pop your cherry at the Ritz-Carlton. I’d like to give you a memory you can fuck yourself to when I’m away.”
When she spoke, her voice was husky. “Okay, that would be fine.”
I tapped her under the chin. “Good girl.”
A new expression crossed her face as she looked up at me. Her full mouth parted and her eyes widened, her pupils dilating. I leaned over her, studying her in the dim moonlight. It looked a lot like hunger, a deep desire I was looking forward to satisfying for her.
She blinked, tearing her gaze from mine. The air was thick with electricity, raising the hair on the back of my neck.
“You know, you’re a bit misogynistic.”
I slid my hand down her stomach and underneath her panties. She twitched as my fingers delved into the soft folds of her cunt until I found exactly what I’d expected to find. Holding my cigarette to the side, I leaned in and brushed my lips over her hair to her forehead.
“Maybe I am, baby, but you’re wet for it,” I murmured.
Chapter Nine