I roll my eyes, and he pulls down my sock to tickle the bottom of my bare foot.
“Come here.”
I climb onto his chair, my legs straddling his hips.
He presses his forehead against mine. “I thought I kept coming back here to get away from everything. But the whole time, I was making a safe refuge for two people. You and me, Goldilocks. Forever.”
My heart leaps.
He brushes his lips against mine. “And not just the two of us, right?”
That’s the plan.
His hand spreads possessively over my quivering belly, under the soft cotton of his shirt that I am wearing. “This is mine now. You are mine. To breed, and to protect. You understand that? They aren’t separate. I’m not going to knock you up and let you traipse off into the world without me.”
Right. I know that.
I love you.
But it’s so hard to believe.
“Abigail.” He says my name so sternly, it does something wonderful inside me. “Tell me you understand.”
“That I’m yours?” I arch against his touch, and he shifts his caress to my hip and down my thigh.
“Say it.”
“I can’t.”
“Because you don’t believe it yet?” His face is fierce now as he pushes my panties to the side. “Then let me show youagain. How good we are together. How right it feels when I work my big, fat Daddy cock into your tight little body and fill you with the seed that will make our baby.”
My breath catches and my body warms, immediately, his words working exactly as he intends them to—to prepare me. To get me turned on so I forget my uncertainty about his wild plan to take me back to San Diego and make me his bride, which I want more than anything, but cannot wrap my head around it beingme.
Why do I deserve that?
“Fuck, Abby. Don’t you feel that?” He pulses inside me.
“I do.”
“Say it louder.”
I lift my voice and yell it loud enough for the wind to carry. “I feel it.”
“What do you feel?”
“How right this feels.” I start to shake.
“Damn straight.”
I press my forehead against his. I love this face, I realize. I can say that. I love his heart, and his face, and his arms when he holds me.
“Gonna knock you up, baby girl. Gonna bury my seed deep. Make sure it takes. Keep filling you up until you’re round with my baby.”
His hands hold my hips, moving me on top of him, and all I can do is hold on for the ride.
I love how he gives me both dirty and sweet in equal measure, like they’re both precious gifts.
And as my body trembles more and more, he growls and pumps his hips off the chair. “God damn it, Abby, you come first. I feel you milking me. You’re so tight, you’re gonna make me come inside you. You get there—”