“I need the morning after pill,” she whispers, her voice pleading. “God, why does this house have to be so far from civilization.”
“You’re not going to have a baby. You’re just freaking out.”
“With reason.”
Right. And, sometimes, there’s no reasoning with her.
“I wouldn’t want you take a morning after pill anyway,” I murmur, my grip easing, fingers streaking across her soft cheek.
“Why the hell not?”
“If we made a baby? Me and you?” I can’t handle the thought of her destroying the one good thing that could possibly come out of this union.
“That’s just you being a chauvinistic male.” She circles her fingers around my wrists, pulling away from my touch before she rolls out of bed. “Wanting to plant your seed in every woman you desire.”
“Plant myseed?” I start to laugh, watching as she marches across the bedroom to the dresser on the other side, her perfect ass on display. She’s definitely gained weight since the last time I was with her like this, and it’s a good look for her. “Ineverywoman?”
She yanks a drawer open, pulling out a pair of lacy, sheer panties. “I’m sure there are plenty of women you’ve desired throughout the years.”
I was not a saint over the nearly three years without her, I can’t lie. But we don’t need to discuss that either. “I don’t want to plant my seed in any woman.”
Except you.
The two unspoken words ring throughout the room, but she pretends not to hear them. She’s too focused trying to get the panties on, yanking them up over her slender thighs, covering up her delectable pussy.
My cock stirs and I immediately want her again.
“You still want to start over with me?” She turns toward the bed, her hands on her hips, clad in the skimpy white panties and nothing else. Her hair is drying into a wild tumble of blonde around her head and her skin is literally glowing, I swear. She is the picture of health. Gorgeous.
Sexy.
All mine if I want her.
I sit up, yanking the comforter over me and covering my growing dick. “I think we’re too far out to start over.”
“Told you.” She throws her hands up in the air. “The back and forth is a pain in the ass.”
“I agree.”
“I don’t want to return to New York.”
A sigh leaves me and I rub the back of my neck. “I knew you would say that.”
“But I would return to New York if it meant we were actually together.” She bites her lip, looking so scared, all I want to do is comfort her.
I’m surprised by her confession. This is big for her. Sylvie doesn’t make sacrifices for just anyone.
“You’d do that for me?” My voice is gentle, like I’m dealing with a wild animal and I’m worried she’ll bolt if I say the wrong thing.
She nods, her eyes wide and unblinking. “If you’ll still have me.”
If I’ll still have her. That’s hilarious.
She’s all I ever wanted.
“I need you to listen to me.” My tone turns fierce. Sincere. I’m going to be real with her right now, and I hope it doesn’t bite me in the ass. “I have been in love with you for so long, I don’t know how to stop. I will do whatever it takes to make this work. Even give you another chance, despite how you shit all over me the last time we were together. I should’ve turned you away then and banished you from my life. But it’s like I can’t, and you know it.
“Seeing you at Whit’s wedding threw me. You looked so damn beautiful, were so vulnerable and open. All those old feelings came flooding back. I probably shouldn’t have come after you now, but I can’t help it. I can’t stop the way I feel about you. And I think you feel the same way too.”