She stares at me, to the point that it’s difficult to stare back, and I let my gaze drop, focusing on her perfect tits. Her pale pink nipples are hard. Tempting. I’m on edge, dreading what she might say because, for once in my life, I told Sylvie how I actually feel about her, and I’m thinking she’s going to tell me to fuck right off.
I suppose I deserve it, but so does she.
“I’m tired of the round and round we put ourselves through Syl,” I admit, my voice low. “This endless cycle we can’t seem to break.”
Now is the time to break it. Either we try to make this work or we walk away from each other.
Forever.
“You really love me?” she asks, her voice small.
That would be the one thing she focused on out of everything. She is starved for love. She always has been. All of the Lancasters are. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”
Despite my telling her I love her, she still looks…worried. Unsure. “I didn’t know you loved me in the first place.”
“I don’t recall ever telling you how I felt. I assumed you just…knew.”
She rolls her eyes, the sass returning in full force. “Typical Spence.”
“Typical Syl,” I return to her before I throw back the comforter, revealing my hard dick. “Come over here.” I pat the empty spot beside me.
She’s wary, but her gaze snags on my erection, and she slowly makes her way back over to the bed. When she’s within touching distance, I grab her hand and pull her onto the mattress, making her shriek. I roll over, so I’m on top of her, my face in hers, and she spreads her legs, allowing me to settle in between them.
“If I have to stay here with you for the next few weeks, I will,” I tell her, giving her a kiss when she tries to speak. “I’m not budging from your side until we know for sure if you’re pregnant or not.”
Her brows draw together. “What are you, a caveman? That’s so archaic, Spence.”
“I don’t care. If I have to lock you away in a room for the next nine fucking months, I will. If you’re pregnant, that baby is just as much mine as it is yours.”
“But I’m the one who’ll have to carry it,” she reminds me.
“I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”
She makes a face. “I don’t even like babies.”
“I’m not too fond of them either.”
Sylvie makes an exasperated noise. “Then why would we have one?”
“Because we’d like ours. We might even love it. Her. Him.”
Her eyes widen. I’m not saying what she wants to hear. “I’ll get fat.”
“You’ve always been too thin.” I draw my hand down her side, settling on the gentle curve of her hip. “Though you’re definitely not too thin now.”
“I will turn into a raging shrew.”
“You already are.” I kiss her again before she gets too angry, my tongue seeking, finding hers before I break away. “You’ll have to come back to New York with me.”
She slowly shakes her head. “I don’t know if I can.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” I thrust my hips against hers, my cock dipping just inside her. “You just said you would.”
“I’m—scared.” She’s shaking her head faster, her hair rustling against the pillow. “She’llbe there. She’ll find out I’m back. And she’ll want to see me.”
Her fucking mother ruins everything. “I will protect you no matter what. I won’t let her get near you.”
“You can’t keep guard over me all the time.” She arches against me, sending my cock deeper, both of us groaning at the sensation of me sinking inside her.