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He rolled me over to my back and covered my body with his. “Now that we’ve settled the fact that the wedding will happen soon, let’s talk about this baby business. I don’t want you to think I’m disinterested. I was just taken a little off-guard. The more I think about it, the more enthusiastic I am. I’ve never really thought about having a child, Vanna. Hell, I never imagined I’d fall in love like this. Maybe we don’t have to make a firm decision right now, and I’d like some time alone with you before we start a family, but I’m always available to practice the getting you pregnant part in case we do.”
A slow grin started to form on his face, and my heart tripped as I looked into his eyes.
“I don’t think you really need any practice,” I teased. “I think you’re already a pro.”
“Then maybe I need to keep my skills up,” he said hopefully.
My heart completely melted.
What woman wouldn’t want to be madly in love with a man like mine?
“I love you,” I told him as I wound my arms around his neck.
“I’ll love you until I take my last breath, Vanna,” he vowed. “Sometimes I have to wonder if all of the debates we’ve ever had in the past were just bullshit. I always looked forward to seeing you. Maybe I just never believed you could really be mine.”
“I had to keep you at a distance,” I explained. “It was either that, or I’d be thinking about getting you naked.”
His eyes lit up. “So you admit you had sexual fantasies about me?” he asked in a husky baritone that sent ripples of pleasure through my body.
“I’d never deny that,” I said playfully.
He lifted a brow. “Would you like to tell me about them?”
God, I loved this man.
I pulled his head down until I could feel his heated breath on my lips. “I think I’d much rather show you,” I whispered.
“I’m not about to argue with that,” he said in a wicked tone right before he kissed me and made every one of my fantasies a reality.
Wyatt
It was the middle of the damn night before my waterfront home in Del Mar was finally quiet.
I walked around my patio, breathing a sigh of relief that all of the guests for Chase and Savannah’s reception were finally gone.
The two had gotten married in a nearby oceanfront venue earlier in the day.
Unfortunately, those wedding guests had all ended uphereafter the nuptials.
I hadn’t been thrilled when Chase had talked me into hosting the reception at my place because I supposedly had exceptional indoor and outdoor space.
Number one…I wasn’t exactly a people person.
Number two…I definitely wasn’t a wedding person.
And number three…it had completely disrupted my fucking privacy, which was something I valued.
Nevertheless, I was glad Chase had managed to plan and execute this wedding and reception in less than two months after his proposal to Savannah.
Maybe now I’d finally get some peace.
I’d probablyneverunderstand why anyone actuallywantedto get married, much less share space with another person for the rest of their lives.
I’d also never get the supposed happiness of falling in love.
At all.
Ever.
